October 2010
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September 2010
2 posts
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Traveling, fuck it.
In the haze of light filtering in through the crispy off-color shades in my room, I awoke much earlier than necessary and felt the weight of another enormous day leaning on my subconscious. Packed previously, the daily rinse, brush and dress included a new subroutine in which I obsessed about every article of clothing or bath item I came into contact with, twice, before allowing the...
August 2010
3 posts
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A violent rise of energy is just the ideal antagonist to being stuck. That creative itch that nags at you for a lifetime becomes a rash easily enough when you cannot satisfy it with an outlet. The fucking midwest is like a stretcher, fastening your limbs for protection while at the same time restraining you from saving yourself. Art, in the middle of the United States, consists of a framed...
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Alcoholic Sounding...fuck it, it's true
There’s two forms of young artists. There’s the young bastards who grew up surrounded by art. They’re unstoppable and brilliant wildfires of talent. They blossom early and sell out quick. They’re bored by the time they’re twenty five. They’re divorcing and suffering by the time they’re twenty six. They’ve written their best work at thirty three...
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A couple weeks ago, A-List of celebrities went down to Comic-Con and raised the popularity of “nerdom”. The news stations covering the debacle cited popular movies and television shows such as “Big Bang Theory” or the recent “Transformers” and “Terminator” movies and the upcoming “Green Lantern” as reasons why “nerdom” was...
July 2010
1 post
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headless chickens and ostriches
For once in the history of mass media and the 24 hour news cycle, everyone’s got their fucking tongues tied. Not many disasters have occurred like the oil spill. Everyone knows who’s to blame, there’s nothing the intellectual scum-bags on the hill can say to fix it, and there’s absolutely no way for them to prevent future spills. World runs on oil. There’s only an...
June 2010
2 posts
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Life is centric. Experience plays a large hand in that. You can project yourself into someone else’s moccasins as much as you want, but the truth of the matter, is nobody will ever understand anyone else. There’s an interior in each of us that we constantly attempt to share. That’s why many conversations start with the weather. If two people can agree on that similar...
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Sacrifice
Sometimes I feel like my head is split in two. My crazy workaholic side likes to live in the office taking care of business pushing paper and shoveling shit. On the flip side, my destructively chaotic artistic self spends it’s time shooting off into light-space-time-clouds-dreams you name the cliche all the while plotting to put an Excalibur sized blade through the heart of the asshole...
May 2010
4 posts
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Sacrifice it.
Fuck you happy people. Or so it seems. Is anyone really happy day in day out? I used to think that was the case. Then I grew up and learned that adults are all messed up and always miserable. They just hide that stuff from the children. Man, head trip. What drives me everyday to make myself into something? What takes the bag of bones out of bed every morning and breathes motivation into...
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religion robots
So this is what it’s like to dislike religion. To sit back and wonder how people can just listen. Just listen and listen. Never question. Yes yes yes. What’s wrong with religion is it’s absolutes. You absolutely must never be unfaithful to you spouse. Never. Live with an endless abusive struggle of depression and alcoholism or neglect until death do you part. Not to...
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Land of opportunity?
What’s the land of opportunity mean anymore? A land of bitchy whiny assholes who’ve never had a real hard time. Think your life sucks? Think it’s a tragedy you have to drive an hour to that Steak and Shake? Think it’s a crime you can’t buy an iPad every month? Not to reiterate a depressing line of reasoning done injustice by yuppie know-it-alls who don’t...
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Where do you go when you close your eyes?
When you close your eyes, where do you go? Beneath the layers of dust, dirt, grit, skin, muscle, bone and blood you exist on another level, another place. Internal. External. Mind. Body. Where do you place importance? How do you find a balance? Can you swim fifty laps? Do you have four degrees? Can you fuck anything that moves? Have you reached an inner tranquility? Or can’t? ...