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When Was the Last Time You Were a Person
imagine you never were more than what you were to yourself.
Maybe one day you'll understand.
that sacrifice is part of understanding just as responsibility.
the fear, the pain of yourself is guilt for what you hide. Its personal, a guilt. The guilt. Of setting yourself up and selling yourself short ( Read more... ) -
A Short Bit Late
Yes. I'm prolonging the dig. undernail grit and slobbering speak. It's a language involving a room filled with smoke, ashen floors that, in spite of itself, through blood and spit and prey and victim, angel shapes are made. It's hard to make them out as the dirt has tongues and they're always trying to or are kissing them ( Read more... ) -
A Wonderless Title of Greatness
I find, perhaps, too much amusing ( Read more... ) -
Language and Other Learnings
My friend joseph is learning Japanese, I asked him if he could teach me something. He asked what I’d like to learn. I hadn’t really thought of anything, I just thought he’d blurt out a cool phrase. He didn’t, so I came up with a smooth-like phrase that’d be sweet to say to a lady. I'm not going to say what it was; have to keep a few things ( Read more... ) -
Snowing, a scar in who's story?
Sure it's cold, but it was cold and windy last week. At least there's something to show. Better than this, it's the packing kind. I've used my sled... three, four times? Is there room for one more snow fight ( Read more... ) -
The University of Michigan Art Museum
The long-stilled doors have finally creaked open. Overhearing a guest, it had a certain majesty but also a debutante-esque feel as if it were a prom. Perhaps this is just from the sense of relief, another reprieve from the ailing economy. Art exists again, this is the way toward it ( Read more... ) -
This isn't an Emo Journal
But to get a few things out ( Read more... ) -
What I Find in Fall
What I Find in Fall ( Read more... ) -
Today Began Today
Before anything, a bit of a memoir ( Read more... )