May

Hello! I’m so sorry about the absence, it’s finals. No explanation needed there. Due to many of these changes, my blog is about to become more of a blog and less of a shit-pile composed of everything I write. Lucky for you! I’m just going to take this opportunity to self-promote a bit and fill you…

Loose Ends

I read a study once– actually I don’t remember if it was a study, or what it was. But, the point is, it was the source of a quintessential notion, in my opinion. This piece suggested that our emotions are not reliable upon our current environment. I disagreed with this at first too, but it’s still…

The September

It was September, the season of dead leaves and lattes. It was September, the month my mom died and my birthday. It was September, the September. July and August always come and go with ease, I’d just moved out of my family’s house and just started meeting some new people. It was the September that…

This is About Abuse

Spoken by myself three years ago. I wish we thought this through… No, wait. There was nothing to think through, and I don’t think taking it slow would have helped either. I wish I could have seen it all in hindsight, but I was too busy pushing forward and the terminal velocity of my affections…

On King

The most crucial sentence I have ever read in regards to my writing, or my life, was by Stephen King. It’s not about homicide – eh, I guess it could be. “You must not come lightly to a blank page.” What Is Writing? Stephen King explains. This short sentence, down to it’s bare knuckles means…

This Can Not Be a Metaphor About a Car’s Muffler

Oh, and another thing. Since when did anyone have to have irrevocable feelings for someone that makes them feel about the size of a pinhole? The thing about being a pinhole; there’s millions of them. There’s millions of you’s, bumping into them’s, feeling like this. It’s no big deal, but you have to keep it…

12/01

December 1st, 2015 Today I saw the world from the perspective of two cats. I laid on the floor and tried to see what it was like to feel small-real small. Not people small. We’re all small, maybe not in the eyes of some God or a politician, but in eachother’s. We see others as…

updates

Hello! I don’t really have anyone that knows this blog exists so I don’t know who i’m saying hello to; it’s better to write as if someone is going to read it, though. I’ve strung together enough words to bore you to sleep; but the past week of my life has been so much more…

Heaviside

You know, I’m pissed. I don’t know if i’m mad at myself, this company, or my coworkers. I moved to Denver four months ago, within that four months I have had four jobs. One of them I’ve kept the entire time, two of which I have found myself helplessly agitated with. Here I am again, the…

Cobarde

Donald Trump hasn’t said a whole lot of things I agree with, but one thing he has stated was, “With out passion, you don’t have energy. With out energy, you have nothing.” I’m not doubting that Donald Trump isn’t a smart man, or even that I have capitalistic views when it comes to passion. I’ve never…

I wish this rhymed

I was so nervous. I don’t know if he was, he always seemed to have everything under control. From the moment I met him he felt safe. Not safe in the way that he was going to law school and was destined to wear suits to work and be financially stable. Which he wasn’t, no…