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First, he makes a stellar pop/r&b album that millions of black men have always aspired to create. Then he deflowers a girl that every man in America (gay or straight) was dying to fuck. Finally, he gets to second base on nationally broadcasted television with one of America's most reknowned sex idols. Justin Timberlake is the man.

“Here; this is evidently yours,” my mom said through a cloud of nicotine as she handed me an envelope ( Read more... )

This is where it picks up, this is where it goes somewhere that it can’t return from. This is inspiration. This is that one thing begging to be wrote, but how? This is beautiful. Outside my bedroom door my parents scream back and forth at one another, it’s almost operatic. The background music is provided by the blaring TV set that woke my mom ( Read more... )

It’s like a week from Christmas. Procrastination is the poor man’s masochism, and as I window shop at the snack machine, I realize just how poor I am. This morning I wrote a poem. False catharsis just to make sure I still got it. It’s not much, but I like it ( Read more... )

Almost anything can be used to end someone’s life, especially your own; considering there’d be no struggle or resistance. Here I am staring at this ball-point pen, trying to figure which crucial part of my body I should thrust it into. If only I had my sister’s flexibility. I can remember her eating cereal in the morning on the floor while we ( Read more... )

My parents work for New Enterprise Stone & Lime Company. They're based out of Roaring Springs. That's the place with the awesome water and stange smell. And if you know anything about water purification, than you know that limestone is a key ingredient in "good tasting water." Therefor both Roaring Springs Bottled Water and New Enterprise Stone ( Read more... )

I started my short story, my one that I started before and wasn't happy with. Now I'm happy with it thus far. Give me some constructive criticism and negative feedback.

The forest; damp and quiet, but when isn’t it? And my legs hurt terribly as I trudge along this path, but when don’t they? The path. The forest. The journey itself. ( Read more... )

I might smile, but that only lengthens the tear's journey. I'm so unhappy.

The heater whispers just down the hall. Yet, I only notice that it's on when it reaches apt temperature and shuts off momentarily. This will become the metaphor for all things I've ever cared about.

None of you will survive this.

Cheer me up. Capture the sun.

If anyone tells you Hatebreed sucks, punch him/her in the face. Stillborn was so much fun. I got elbowed in the nose during Love Is Red. Love Is Red? MORE LIKE MY UPPER LIP IS RED! AHHAHAHAHAEHIfdbv[adsfohi gweah0hr0[wi0[ht (Editor's Note: My mom totally just yelled at me for "punching the [exploit deleted] keyboard!"]. Sick Of It All owned. The ( Read more... )