December 2011
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My Justine Is Way Hotter Than Annabel Lee
Do you remember, mon cheri? How much I’d rant and scream? How much change I wished to bring to this world, this dreary world, so dead and disbelieving? Well maybe, just maybe, I might be changing these things, some very important things, perhaps a place or places seen, though there are oceans in between, I’m on my way to there Justine. But it’s just the start, you see, I’ll give...
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Popped Collars; Douchebag Marauders
Friday night so you know I need more shots and some fine chic(k) to get my lips wet brah. This place is hold up this song is my shit !!!!!!! Another round of Jager bombs slapping fist and yo did you see the game last night and never mind you see that ass? Bartender was totally checking me out. She winked, at me, ‘cuz you’re ugly. Why you mad? You know she wants...
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I Told My Therapist About You, So I Guess We're...
‘Work is for the boring and luck is for the privileged.’
She said that to me once, on the corner of 76th and Broadway at a red light in the foggy confines of my crappy car on a rainy Tuesday. I never really understood what she meant, or why I missed her like death. But she was married now and I was finally ok with that. (I bet he doesn’t even make you laugh the way I do did.) ...
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And Why The Hell Are There Ads to Learn English...
“You think I’m just dumb right? I know I’m dumb. But I’ve got this novel in my head, you know? I just can’t ever seem to get it out of there. It’s because I’m lazy. Boy, am I lazy. But this story man. It’s good, I just know it is. What? How do I know? I just do, man. I know this story is good the way you know the sun’s warm or when people are...
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If You're Sexy And You Know It You're Probably...
Writers are usually pretty ugly. Well, at least the good ones always are. The real ones. Google anyone who’s ever written anything worth a damn, but make sure you take a good and honest look. Don’t start staring at them with those reader goggles. Reader goggles are a lot like beer goggles, except you trick yourself into thinking ugly is attractive because of personality. Women think they have this...
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I’ve noticed a characteristic trend in the writers I’ve had the tragic privilege of meeting this past year, whether in social events or through digital networks such as Tumblr: this subtle but very obvious frantic desperation for attention and admiration, be it for ‘love’ or reassurance, that is completely human and understandable.
And continues to sicken the fuck out of...
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But Books Usually Have Better Endings Than We Do
Today is not a day for words: they evaporated when the sun rose, violet pink and red, this rose sun, melting the day before. They’ve lost all meaning, these words, these words I loved the day before, beating page thumping at my fingertips, pulsing hymns of hims and hers and theys and souls and images. But now all I see are shapes, meaningless-pointless-shallow shapes. I’d rather sit...
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Wake Me Up ButterWhatTheFuck
There’s a party upstairs and I’m invited unfortunately. Drums and chanting and I can’t sleep though I’d only get three hours but I still want it. Starting to think the only reason so many people like poetry is because it’s short and we’re all dying.
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Rock Out With Your Self-Confidence Out
With every string he stroked, his lips plucked with eyes closed, a parallel bobbing rhythm resonating with each wave pouring from his fingertips. He always made that stupid face whenever he picked up a guitar, and though I once learned to look past it, I was overjoyed at growing use to not having to. I heard the damp walls of his littered apartment hum a mocking echo as I sat and picked daises...
