October 2011
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The Outlook: Maroon Cackle
Maroon Cackle’s truck trudged
through the slip-sluds of the snow.
On work through monday,
she’s fueled by the blow.
Of the wind, devoid of sunrise,
platonic as what?
Hers was a lavish famine,
that she appeased by reducing her cut.
Glancing towards the window,
afflicted with the freeze,
on the main-line towards dixie-land,
where the snow never seized.
She blossomed her...
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The Outlook: Cyan
Unto Me, Cyan, Dive. Full-fledgling cool wings spring memory sparkle. Turn towards the blankest of these delicate slivers of memory. This forgotton wandering:
School Recess hath regressed, Stuttering “The bell is wrung.”
But that teacher barely lit the brass,
And I, unwilling, unknown, Worshiped the brightest of noon sun. Complete.
I recall that random grey pen skewering the back of his neck...
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Today
I have officially devoted my life to the dramatic pursuit of writing. Today I became another useless English major, and I have never been more happy. TTFN!
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Hello Internet (Sketch No. 26)
Hello Internet.
I make nothing that is my own.
My father likes to call me a ‘slob’
for purposes unknown to even me.
His mother died years ago and it still hurts him.
He’s 54 years old. I am 21 years old.
He sleeps at his father’s house, because
his divorce didn’t go as planned.
And now he is an unhappy, mature man
who owns 1 room and two ungrateful sons.
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Morning No. 5383973
Coweyed optimist, I Swimming in oak whiskey, Flooded in Mennonite cider, Sickly marigold.
Supposing the serene claim witness over This drunken episode, god will see me at my Absolute best. Somewhat relaxed.
Don’t listen to him. Ever. This quack is toady rolling. And I, she wishes me to know how to, Enable myself as a man, as a simple plaid Strength. This yarn is slowly hugging my...
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On Today's Generation and Their Respective Art
First off, my generation knows we are all in such a rush, typing out the word ‘you’ is too cumbersome. Why other past generations didn’t get this fact, I’ll never begin to understand. So what’s it like to be coming of age (around 19-21 yrs old) in the year 2011?
Everything is a muddled creation of semi-distinguishing tastes. Technology has cheapened the labor cost on...
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twerks asked: what was the song that OF did right before radicals?
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WatchLet me explain:
If you have never listened to the band Lift to Experience, you are missing out on an essential piece of Americana. The band was a trio and released one double LP of complete and utter genius. I have heard few albums as blatantly brash, proud, beautiful, and well-written as this. Let this 14 minute film show you the error of your ways.
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On My Mask
Whisper thin white,
My steps rest coldly on her lavish
Pink kitchen tiles.
Twisted collagen my feet are; vacant surely.
Just…little there to speak of.
Full of glossy silence, the room was justice enough.
I paint well. Name him as suspect; guilty as charged.
There are oh so many uses for it. Reduce, reuse, and recycle. Reduce ,reuse, and recycle. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. Reduce.