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- and summer skipped into town again…
I have never felt as beautiful or as flawed as I have in the past 365 days, or as mortal or as infinite.
- Tin Man’s Last Song before Oz.
Dear You,
My heart has been cold and airless lately. I’ve chased everyone out with kitchen cutlery and padlocked the door.
You should know though, my bleeding friend, that at night I think of you when I retreat down stairs to conjure every sooted demon privileged enough to haunt my trembling brain. I greet them each with [...]
- Campaign promises for Ruler of Earth ‘08
If I ruled the world:
1) For every 20 years of life, everyone would be entitled to four of those years being completely job-free.
a) That’s 20% vacation time.
2) You could use those four years for education, travel, catching of breath, family, career change, swashbuckling adventure, creative pursuits, hunting of holy grails, entrepreneurship, strengthening of mafia ties [...]
- coo coo ca choo.
So I’ve decided to return to EMU to finish my last year of undergraduate “education.” The last time I was really here, I was of normal college age.
However, at the age of 26, it has become impossible for me to walk anywhere on campus without “Mrs. Robinson” playing incessantly in my head.
On the plus side, [...]
- except for the part where i don’t want to get shot.
I’ve been thinking more and more lately that I should have taken up a certain someone’s offer to move across the country and become queen of the underworld.
After all, I’m nothing if not ethically flexible. And the times I’ve felt most at home were the times we two ignored all of life’s “thou shalts” and [...]
- harbinger.
Late last night, a friend who was stabbed to death two years ago snuck behind my eyelids and whispered sweet somethings into my ear.
- ypsilanti gothic.
a fire broke out in the apartment across from mine thursday morning.
the construction workers removing the apartment’s guts have spraypainted a 4-foot white cross on its giant balcony windows. through them, one sees only charred and blackened innards.
management sent a letter saying it was caused by a lit cigarette left on a couch.
it must have [...]
- in summary,
i think it would be most appropriate for my tombstone to only read “oops.”
