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I don't know if I can play poker with my friends anymore. I'm not sure why though. I'm at impasse concerning my love for the game but my hatred for particular players ( Read more... ) -
I am the razor in the hand of your heart, and I am the razor in the hands of god.
Your self conscious is like a Matryoshka Doll designed by Escher; it's pointless to dig too deep because eventually you find yourself just unravelling the same two ideas over each other, flipping from one side to the next like a coin sitting on it's side, never quite falling one way or the next. I'm starting off with this idea because up until this ( Read more... ) -
this must be it... welcome to the new year
I feel like it's time I wrote another season wrap up seeing as how one of my favorite pass times is to reflect on my Emmy nominated life ( Read more... ) -
paint that shit gold
The catch 22 is that had I not taken off a week of classes, I would not have been sick the following week and wish I could miss a week of class. On the flip side; had I skipped the vacation and gone to class, I’d have no interest in taking the next week off because there would have been no convention for me to attend and see my friends at ( Read more... ) -
I just want back in your head.
by the end of the night, this site should be up. -
you contradict the fact that you, still want me around
I'm embarrassed ( Read more... ) -
it's five o'clock it's time to start growing up
I just want to yell at her. -
they're chasing after with their jail bars, whoever thought we'd fall so far...
I've incidentally begun writing a song on guitar. I've got a verse and chorus I just need a bridge and I'll be able to put lyrics too it. I'm pretty excited because I've never started a song from the music part first. Maybe I can find some lyrics to use from my book ( Read more... ) -
always seem to catch me when I'm lying about the stupidest of things
Knowing the right thing to say to be convincing often scares me that no one will believe me when I'm being genuine. It always haunting that my words can never convey just how much something means to me when I'm sincere about it.
Even more alarming is the notion that they might not care otherwise. -
the fake the snake and the birthday cake
Calvin knew better than to trust her ( Read more... )