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I know most of you are sick and tired of Frozen. Whether or not you've actually seen the film, if you're plugged into social media, you'll no doubt feel like you have. It's practically impossible to go out and not have some tendril of it wriggle into your day. For heaven's sake, I was in a Barnes & Noble bathroom, and I heard a 7 year old humming ( Read more... )

another lover hits the universe
the circle is broken
but with death comes rebirth
and like all lovers and sad people
i am a poet
~ Kill Your Darlings

There are certain friends in my life that have irrevocably established themselves into an immortal pantheon of confidantes and soulmates. These are the friends that no matter how many seasons have passed -- along with the accompanying wrinkles formed, mistakes made, texts gone unanswered -- will cleave through conversation topics and jokes with all ( Read more... )

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This man is my hero ( Read more... )

a pint painted red relvet
open windows of tits and balls
fragmented tabs
queued up
distracting every sense
thought
i
thought
miss
thou ght
you
sdfljksdfwith fatty richness ( Read more... )

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spotlights shining; faces looking up, equally as bright. the crowd goes wild as a yellow assassin steps to the stage and proceeds to go Kill Bill on every motherfucker in the room

The universe has a way of humbling us.My homie Chuck Lee and I hit up an A-1 show out in Santa Cruz. For all those unfamiliar with this San Francisco rapper, peep the ( Read more... )

I can't look or think of anything without being reminded of her. When you spend and share so much with a person, they inextricably tie themselves so deep into you that they cut into your roots. Now, every TV show, expression, and movement is bathed in wistful nostalgia and regret.

But this is what I wanted.

Right?

I will be the kindest, most encouraging friend to you while I'm with you (well, 5 out of 7 days ain't too bad), but once separated and left to my own faculties, I tend to revert back to a state of isolation and dysfunction on par with Boo Radley. I'll occasionally receive a casual text from a friend, will immediately write a reply, and then will ( Read more... )

I wrote a casual poem over a year ago. Paying little regard to matters of seriousness in the process, I replaced my typically fearful, self-obsessive manner with an airy, ambivalent attitude. Rather than laboring over linebreaks and specific word choices over several hours, I churned it out in 15 minutes ( Read more... )

"Each of these passages has faults of its own, but, quite apart from avoidable ugliness, two qualities are common to all of them. The first is staleness of imagery; the other is lack of precision. The writer either has a meaning and cannot express it, or he inadvertently says something else, or he is almost indifferent as to whether his words mean ( Read more... )