The last couple of weeks have flown by, my world is a blur. I’ve finally come to terms with what I want to be for the rest of my life and how much that means to me, even if it isn’t a very affluent profession. The life of a starving artist is too romantic to let a trite thing like money defer ( Read more... )

I hate my roommate more than I hate life. He has this horridly bad personality disorder (I don't know if I can classify it as a disorder because he's basically just annoying as fuck) where he repeats everything he says a thousand times and doesn't feel comfortable unless he tells you everything he knows about the subject you're talking about ( Read more... )

Ok. I did shrooms on Friday for the first time and figured out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life… I’m not quite sure that was a product of me doing shrooms, but I’m extremely happy and excited for that ( Read more... )

Sometimes the beauty of living in Detroit just hits me and I feel immensely overwhelmed. I love that on a Wednesday night I can go to the Detroit Opera House and see “The Barber of Seville” and come home to a Baptist Church Choir practicing in the main hall. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful sounding than church gospel music, opera has its ( Read more... )

Shut the fuck up, right?

I'd like to find words for the way I feel right now. I'd like to eloquently write about my emotions and situations. But the words seems too dramatic, or too dry, or just too wrong. Words ( Read more... )

I want this too badly and no closeted homosexual is going to take it away from me with out a fight!

Give up?

I think not, motherfucker.

LOVE
Kyle

P.S. LOVE THE JEWS

and coup d'état the leader of the theater.

and LOVE THE JEWS

I've stopped being able to express myself without using the word poo. Even the most serious conversations, revert to me saying poo ( Read more... )

Since I'm assuming most of you cheap ass motherfuckers didn't buy me a fucking gift

It's my B-Day, give me a B-J!

LOVE

KYLE

WHO FUCKING LOVES BEING 19!!!!!!

It’s not that I’m unhappy. It’s that I’m not happy. There’s this weird funk about being in college that’s a little depressing, but at the exact same time exhilarating. It’s this strange equilibrium… that makes me feel ( Read more... )