A short freak-out, then the realization is followed by the thought that I could never know that I’m in a coffin; you’re only in them when you are dead. Who can be afraid of being in a coffin when you know you aren’t ( Read more... )

Last night was the night of a lifetime ( Read more... )

I never was very religious, so anything more than observable seems absurd to me. Whatever is not experienced personally, I don’t believe existed without serious skepticism. Drugs and books have taken me outside of myself, but nothing like the events of last week ( Read more... )

The oft-repeated phrase designed to insult the “stupid” and placate the pompous. God I fucking hate that saying. A teacher said it to me recently for not laughing at some cash-flow-oriented pun that was about as witty and sharp as his round, bald head. Luckily, I was ripped off heroin, which also made me dismiss his side-splitting comment that I ( Read more... )

It’s all so ridiculous to me. Tripping on acid and stairs, I stumble into this handshaking bonanza they called a “Networking Event.” Ninety percent of the attendees had their Pur-el hand sanitizer, which they apply after each handshake. We’re supposed to go to these side-shows dressed up like a dancing monkey, performing for pieces of bread. ( Read more... )

I had a dream that I actually remembered last night. I never remember my dreams, but I’m a little freaked out because the day I do its Martin Luther King Junior day. Weird ( Read more... )

I was spending the holidays with the fam, and I started to zone out and lose myself in the mess of food and booze. Red Wine ( Read more... )

From where I’m sitting the whole city of Boston looks like a panoramic photo. Panorama. Too pretty. Too far away. Too perfect. The curve in the Charles River here bends around the Cambridge side, so Boston is slightly rounded, like I’m on stage and Boston is the concentric rings of rows of seats ( Read more... )

I walked into the bathroom in Warren Towers today and it reeked of baby shit. Ever notice baby shit smells different from adult shit? It smells worse, like what their food looks like with that chemicalish ass-wipe scent all muted by a throat-drying cloud of baby powder. Maybe their food makes it smell worse, or their blatant disregard for what ( Read more... )

"happiness...is just a change in me, something in my liberty." Damn straight homie. Happiness is a change, we need to work to get there: exert force, alter something in us. If it is a change, then we are inherently unhappy. OK, I can believe that, too. But is it in my liberty to make that change? Is it just a matter of will, mind over matter ( Read more... )