August 2011
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Out of Practice.
Smoking outside, escaping from work and browsing through my phone, a girl approaches me. Obviously drunk, she flatly asks “What are you looking at there?”. An average looking white girl with one of those raspy voices that are on the verge of being somewhat annoying to the ear. Not overly pretty, but not ugly. She wore a long sleeve top with white denim jeans, sandals, and...
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Empty Throne
Art is my muse. I’m in some desperate need for inspiration. My nine to five feels like a nagging wife, draining and ordinary. I feel unexcited. I dread waking up in the mornings to deal with it. It’s old, and not what I ever imagined my future to be in when I was younger. I aspired for much better things. I would liken side projects and collaborations with other artists as a...
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At work late at night cause I don’t want to go home. How depressing.
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Sweet Heart
You win some, you lose some. In my case, I lose most. I’m not a lover, and I’m definitely not a fighter these days either. I do not possess the strength to dig myself out of holes, and am always quick to look for a helping hand. If someone has the answer to all my endless, mindless riddles, please tell me. I pride myself in my false sense of empowerment and independence. ...
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Announcement.
5 years with the same amazing girl. Mark it down people, I’ve finally grown up. A little.
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Ear Infection
I wonder if sometimes she understands how her voice hurts me at times. Not like a high pitched dog whistle or a wail of a cop car’s siren. I mean like daggers stabbing the inners of one’s brain. I wonder if others feel the same way I do. If the others that work in this confined office see the sound waves bouncing around the walls and high ceilings at an amazingly fast pace...
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Happy Life
Sometimes she looks at me that certain way. Most of the time she’s searching on her phone, usually shopping, or wanting to watch hulu or netflix on the television. I’m usually playing videogames, engrossed in the wasted time playing some sort of sports game or first person shooter that is strangely still addicting to me even though I’m way past my adolescence. But...
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cliffnotes
The funny thing about trying to reboot this writing habit of mine is it’s much harder to figure out what to write about. As I get older, i realize that as my life stabilizes, my life gets more bland and less exciting. Less excitement usually means less stress. But I welcome the boredom, it means I’m at a good place. But fear not friends, this is me after all, drama never is...
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The Comeback
I’m going to start writing again.
I know I’ve said such things in the past to countless people, but I believe I’m really telling the truth this time. I remember a time when writing was my first love, and art was just an after thought.
Admittedly, I used be one of those bloggers, on xanga and livejournal. Sad and pathetic, yearning for attention. But yet reading back on some of the things I used...
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Coffee Shop
It’s always uneasy sitting here. The coffee shop in union square. A lot of ghosts and a lot of skeletons in closests fill the memory. Sitting at the bar, I’m looking forward. I used to sit in that very seat with my back turned to the windows, and I used to pick through those matches that were perfectly situated right in front of the hostess stand.
Ah the hostess stand.
I’ll stay clear of those...
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