I was listening to the radio on my way home from work the other day. I know it’s crazy not to listen to music that I spent hours selecting and illegally downloading off the internet, but sometimes I like to listen to news or talk. On this station, they were discussing the idea of documenting…
Read moreAccepting Today
Ring . . . ring . . . ring. “Hello?” “Hello, my name is Emily, and I’m calling from Empire Credit Card. Is Ryan home today?” “Yes. I’m Ryan.” “Hello Ryan. How are you today?” “I’m feeling a little melancholy for no particular reason. This is fairly common though. I’m also a tad bit peckish,…
Read moreA Hole . . . Lotta . . . Drugs
I’m outside the world’s sketchiest house. I feel that I’m running from something, so I open the world’s flimsiest green wooden door and go inside. There’s music playing, but it’s turned down real low, so I can’t make out the words in the song, and even if I could, I expect I would have never…
Read moreWhere’s the Muse at?
Sometimes when I’m writing anything, a story, a poem, or maybe even a clever email, I run into a touch of writer’s block. I even ran into writer’s block while writing this writing tip. Here are five ways that I battle writer’s block. Write down ideas through out the day when you have them. Writing…
Read moreHow much does it cost?
Come steal from us; And give to them. Please take freedom; I say take our Teachers, doctors. Appropriate; Land and water. I’m your soldier; She is your whore; Meek get nothing.
Read moreHer
Her thick tar black hair radiates steam; And Her powdery anthrax white skin spores. She carries no farm tools; And She wears no robe. She bares no skeleton; And She forgives no man. Her hand roles the bones; And Her eyes pierce him completely. He has no destiny; And he’s simply random.
Read moreHalf Past
The big hand guides the little hand; Pulling it forward, racing through time. The innocent little hand follows blindly; It never knows how fast things will change; It never knows how bad things will get. That little hand is now big; Pulling another little hand out of innocence. The clock keeps moving forward; In a…
Read moreBelief
I look not to the sky Nor to the ground. Straight ahead. That’s where everything is to be found.
Read moreMeeting Goals
For the last few years, I’ve been struggling to meet goals. The goals are simple, become a writer and get into shape. Neither goal is particularly difficult; they’re both just long and time-consuming. I’ve never been what you would call overweight, but getting into really good shape would still take a lot of dedication, maybe…
Read moreTime for a Change
Today my daughter (Aphra) was sick, so I stayed home with her. She’s ten years old, so she pretty much just wanted to stick herself in front of the TV all day. I love Aphra dearly, and I wish we could have just taken the day off together, hung out and done something awesome, but…
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