I first sallied up to the edge of the void for the first time I was in the third grade, like a broken toy, and it's gone from there. Some people take fleeting glances, some people never even bother to visit at all, and then there are those of us who stand there for weeks, for months, calmly gaping at the void. When you stop clinging to the safety ( Read more... )

Whoever regards the Bible as written by a God-hand needs to get down on one knee and starting singing praises to Arrested Development.

That's all.


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never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism
never draw so close to the heat that you forget that you must eat, oh

and it beats me, but I do not know.


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Even though this poem is written from the perspective of a crazed older man in love with a pre-teen, there's something that I haven't been able to shake about it. Simple rhyme scheme, loping meter, but staunchly haunting. Parts of it play in my head constantly, and so I think I'll share it ( Read more... )

Underneath the dye, even my hair has turned gray:
It has been weeks since I have seen the sun.
all hail winter.


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As we embark on this new year, I'd like to remind everyone - the water is not a place for humans. Swim in the shallow end, and dear god, be careful in the ocean. And absolutely no scuba diving of any kind.
Thanks much.
ac

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What a year. Shall I itemize? (Links go to pictures or otherwise)

1. Moved to a new city from a foreign country by myself
2. Had my first apartment where my name is on the lease and bills (the other two I lived in in high school were just sublet rooms)
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As you know, I'm enamored with my babycat, Tabatha. To publicly declare my love for her, I have put together this rap. Er, "rap".

Seriously. Check it.

Tabatha.mp3


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I dreamt my hands were molten lava. I dreamt my hands were ice picks. I dreamt my hands were whispy marshmallow clouds. I dreamt of molded clay dolls, of origami cranes and knitted elephants, melted and frozen and whisped at the edges.
It was all quite exciting.