July 2011
1 post
April 2011
1 post
Cosmos
She could peer down from her perch above and see the essence of the galaxy. The milky way spilled out below her and held the color of a black honey caramel, light pale but still holding the deep dark amber of it’s true nature, swirled around and around a million times into a cosmic soufflé, stretched far and wide so that the light of the heavens glistened off the surface and sparkled like...
March 2011
2 posts
Red Oak Pyramid Bow →
The Work of Many
The bronze colored bell jingled as Dr. Jacob Pruett walked through the doorway into Al’s Auto Shop. It was a small one garage shop that had never seen much business, but just never seemed to not see enough. No body thought it would ever close, and honestly, it probably wouldn’t. Its one garage was made only of white unpainted cement block. The sliding garage door was a distinct white, but had...
December 2010
2 posts
sincesheleft:
adam gnade - “the winter; their...
A cosmic picture show
Hank looked up from his seated position and noticed the clouds sliding by as if on a reel. A beautiful cosmic moving picture. As he looked on, the scene changed in his mind. It looked as if the clouds weren’t moving at all, but the world that he sat on was rotating inside a circle of images. It was like some one had drawn out a long stream of clouds on a a roll of paper, rolled It, and...
November 2010
3 posts
Everything is so beautiful
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some...
Age
There was once a man named Time who owned a cattle farm. No, he was not father time, nor did he have anything to do with the long vast continuum of Time, that was just his name. He had many acres of rolling hills filled with deep green grass, bright orange Butterfly Weed Flowers, lilac Joe Pye Weed, and many other flowers and plants that made the most beautiful mosaic when you looked out from the...
I’m just so darn sick of being every one elses crutch. Tonight, a kid threw up in my apartment. There was four people on the couch, and a total of 6 people in the room, not including me. Post throw up, there were two, and they were my roomate and his girlfriend. My other roommate, dipped out in nearly half a second. He just walked into my room and “apologized”. Basically he...
October 2010
1 post
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September 2010
2 posts
Stark
Amidst the highly intoxicated occupants of my dorm, you remained complacent to sit on the couch and observe. Your eyes flicked from person to person, stinging them with frank realities. Unbeknownst to you, these same realities that you decreed voiced the thoughts in my head. They were welcomed by my ears that fought the constant fog of never meaning what you say. It was amazing.
August 2010
4 posts
For now.
It’s on nights like these that it’s the hardest. The nights where even my 800 thread count sheets can’t bring comfort from your side of the bed. These nights are not unfamiliar to me. They’re like laundry. You just keep throwing it in a bag, in hopes that it will clean it self out. Until eventually you have to sift through it and deal with the stains, rips, tears, marks and...
Everything is Beautiful, nothing is sorry.
It’s 3am and I’m alone in the apartment. It’s a friday night and the city is teeming with teenage naivety. No, sorry i don’t drink i say. No, sorry i’m saving it for marriage. No, sorry i don’t smoke. It’s all just a front. It all just means, no, i’m sorry i’d rather sit in my room and sip from No. 7 than dedicate my time to you. I am sorry. So...
July 2010
3 posts
Forever February.
It’s my third night in my own place. A cabin on the hillside of the New Hampshire mountains. Like I always have, I go to my pantry and get a bottle out of my box of six, which after tonight holds only five. I cross to my desk, turn my lamp on and tilt the shade so the light spills across the wood of the desk. Usually, a glass waits in the drawer. A royal chariot that takes me to where I...
June 2010
1 post
May 2010
23 posts
Mönica
Isn’t life grand? I wonder if there is a human complex that makes us inherently angered at the situations were in. For example, a dear friend of mine was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He had every opportunity to be incredibly succesful in his life, but instead he chose to throw it away. Drugs, alcohol, girls. His life was a rebellion gainst what he was born into. In my experience,...
Marooned
The icy rain whipped sideways against Alfred Claxton’s face as he sat humbly on the park bench. The nasty weather only added to his dismembered state of mind. Hands in his trenchcoat pockets, he held a stern demeanor. Fingering the item in his pocket, he mulled over his choices. As he made his decision, he slowly rose from the bench and made the trudge towards his house. As he was on his...
listening to "Outkast - Idlewild Blues" →
@DowntownBoogieMasterofLove Sweet DJ name! Think you might like this.
listening to "Outkast - ATLiens" →
@DowntownBookieMasterofLove Sweet dj name. And good choice in song.
listening to "Melody Gardot - Goodnite" →
@luciash: “Goodnite by Melody Gardot ▶ Good Morning everybody! Kick off the morning with somethin spectacular spectacular.
listening to "DJ Gaston (Vampire Weekend VS The... →
@andrielly: I’d say Yes to this in a dark alley.
listening to "Billie Holiday - Summertime... →
I straight up love this song.
listening to "War Pigs - Black Sabbath" →
Not a huge fan, but these guys knew how to rock.
listening to "Animal Collective - My Girls... →
listening to "Regina Spektor - Fidelity (Morgan... →
Yeah, Regina+Morgan Page is amazing.
listening to "Billie Holiday - Summertime... →
@luciash: “Summertime (Organica Remix) by Billie Holiday ▶” Flow-HECK YES!!! dude. give me more!!!
listening to "Love Grenades - Tigers In The Fire" →
@DJReddyFox: “Everytime I play this track in the club, someone askes me what is this, cause its fire.”
listening to "One eskimO - Kandi" →
Mhmm
listening to "Outkast - Idlewild Blues" →
Bootleg Idlewild DVD’s!
listening to "Outkast vs. Ratatat - Wheelz of... →
Outkast kills it. Ratatat murders it.
listening to "Ragoo - Kings Of Leon - Because of... →
What does Ragoo mean?
listening to "One eskimO - →
LaPa is my lover.
listening to "Sweet Disposition Drum Cover - The... →
500 Days of Summer is an excellent movie.
My sister is gettin married today. Crazy. I’m happy though. I love the guy and I love his family. I don’t know. The past day has been odd. I can’t even describe the emotions I have. Maybe I’m just upset because I’m jelous. Everyone here is pure and undaultered. Makes me feel like a dirty washed up piece of garbage. Not only that, but Alot of the guys are really pious...
April 2010
6 posts
Her eyes are windows to my hearts greatest desire.
Flannel Owl's Nest: Hey guys →
I’m having a severe case of writer’s/everything block. I’m really failing at finding myself interested in anything right now. Thus, why I have hardly been posting anything on tumblr even though I keep getting a steady influx of new followers (Hi!).
I usually improvise almost exclusively when I…
The Deposition of Joseph C. Truthwater
Transcribed from a voice recording of Joseph C. Truthwater
Rec 11/4/1977
I.D. 2850133
Note 1*
“I’m hungry. I’m so hungry. All i want to do is eat. Can i have some food? Please. Just a little. A scrap of bread. Water. Anything! PLEASE! Note 2* Why can’t I eat? What did I do to deserve this. I’m an honest man! DAMNIT, I’M A GOOD PERSON! I just want to go...
The Deposition of Joseph C. Truthwater
Transcribed from a voice recording of Joseph C. Truthwater
Rec. 12/18/1977
I.D. 2850133
“Good question. People keep telling me that I’m gonna be alright. They say it all the time. Reminding me of how wrong they are. Nothing is alright. Nothing is ok. I’m ill. and apparently its something serious. But the funny thing is you see, is that I am alright. There is no way to...
Since She Left: I should probably tell you a... →
I’ve been thinking about heading out to the island, or going back to Montauk or Connecticut, and just trying to start over, or maybe I could travel a bit, take the bike and just ride, anywhere. I could go out to the desert and lay low in the bramble with the coyotes and snakes and rise when the…
March 2010
14 posts
