I wish that I wrote for an independant newspaper and wrote articles that interesting people read religiously, who would send me letters which I would consider carefully and then reply to. I wish that this newspaper was sold in shabby newspaper stands in bad weather and sat in small stacks beside other newspapers with better reputations ( Read more... )

Oh Freedom, high inside our humanity. Our America. What are you
Freedom? What do you mean?

nothing. I found you out.
nothing.

I need something stable to ground myself on.
I guess that would be myself.
Everything else changes faster than I can keep track of.

Humans are so fucking weird. What the hell are they?

I swear. I feel like I'm evaporating. All my parts just won't stick together anymore. I can't be held together ( Read more... )

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I'm going to say it again in case you skipped over that last entry.

Bethany is playing a show tonight.

Here is the flyer again.

If you'd like a ride, call me at 215.840.3296

Peace,
Curtis

P.S. I won't really hate you if you don't come.

This entry is primarily for fellow CCS students (and other people in the area ( Read more... )

I'm all out of mango juice and nearly out of orange juice.
Damn.

I've become quietly bitter.
Just now.
Or 8:00
Because it isn't worth thinking it's better
to
not
be

So I'm cynical
and
I'm bitter.
Because too many too big myths are here
too many like America
or Earth
or culture
or society

Me, I'm tired
of playing
with imaginary machines

I hate them now.
So I'm bitter
and cynical.

Just to warn you.

I have a story. It's a true story and it happened yesterday ( Read more... )