October 2011
2 posts
i loveeeeee cara
shes the best, seriously. i dont know where i’d be without her
seriously <3333333
haha idk how this works but cara hacked my mom. text me :)
Dedicated to Henry Charles Bukowski: ruin →
henrycharlesbukowski:
William Saroyan said, “I ruined my life by marrying the same woman twice.”
there will always be something to ruin our lives, William, it all depends upon what or which finds us first,
we are always ripe and ready to be taken.
ruined lives are normal both for the wise and others.
it is only…
September 2011
1 post
July 2011
3 posts
sad poem of the day
I want to evaporate.
sit in the clouds until I’m heavy enough to fall again
but if I do
when I splash and hit the ground
i’ll still be scattered in droplets
broken pieces separated by small unfortunate distances
which I cannot overcome
“There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping
after failure and moving...”
– Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken over the Ship (via momentsandflashes)
“each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross...”
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
May 2011
1 post
March 2011
1 post
“I talked with Wiz Khalifa, too. I couldn’t even tell him how much of a fan of...”
– Tyler The Creator (via matthewcollins)
February 2011
1 post
Gerty and Byrd
Her touch was foreign, but familiar. Comfortable, but cold. He had a resonance within him that said he had seen this place before, but did not belong. “We’re both on top of the world right? And even if we aren’t, we’ll just lie and pretend we are to make things seem easier,” she sobbed with a forced smile, teary eyes, and smudged makeup. He responded, “Just like...
November 2010
1 post
Alcina the Winged.
The female Icarus was unlike her male counterpart. Watching the sun and nothing else near, you might have said they were the same. But we made her different. She need not construct wings because we gave them to her. We gave them to her because we loved her, but with wings came arrogance. She thought herself different, superior. Albeit she was right on some level and when it...
August 2010
1 post
July 2010
2 posts
Rewritten
I walked into the store and there he was. The admiration I longed for stood tall in a fitted v neck shirt and dark denim jeans. Wearing an earpiece and lanyard, he seemed anything but amateur. Every time I see him I get the same butterflies and I start to think that maybe I’m just a silly little girl. “God, I just can’t get over the look of him,” I say under my breath half...
June 2010
7 posts
Early Morning Reminder
On the fourth day of summer, the morning brought me the thick cling of humidity and a new friend. As I approached the curb, something about my pale yellow polo and iced coffee composure must have expressed accessibility to charles. Charles was about 45 and his hygiene and demeanor told quickly of his status. With a stained olive tshirt, eroded tennis shoes and unkept salt and pepper beard, I...
Let's Just Drive
As the skyline faded from view we transcended the absent bustle of a city at dawn into a place not far in distance but in attitude from our comfort. There was a middle aged woman jogging in a sweatband and baggy tshirt, panting as she flailed her weathered arms along the side of the road. And up on ahead tread a young father walking the family dog before the ensuing chaos of preparing an 8 year...
New Plan →
I could forget whole months. How beautiful? It’s like eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
The good old days have passed, and the good times...
To You
I’m so sorry
You know it ain’t easy For these thoughts...
Birthday
If I had a hundred dollars
I would take a bus to see
A person whose face I cant remember
Whose voice I only imagine
Whose hands I haven’t held
And with the remaining fifty
I’d buy her a gift
And a card that means nothing
and a flower that means smile
And for me she would
After a smile like that,
I might think it was my birthday too
Alcohol
So I have a drink. Then I remember life. So I have another. and then life seems simple. So why not have a drink? then I have another.
May 2010
2 posts
To be Continued
and she was gone. he couldn’t imagine the pain he would have felt if he had done the opposite but this pain, his current pain, led him to believe that he had made a mistake. he had made several mistakes, he was sure, but this current experience was yet to be classified. he mourned his loss and moped about and despite his foolproof decision he was so unsure of himself. To move past the pain...
April 2010
1 post
MACON SUN: Oh, he was fiery inside today. The... →
Oh, he was fiery inside today. The democratic seat of his chest ablaze with vehement lust. After she’d passed, her flip-flops echoed her presence back to him. Much like a scent lingers. God, those flip-flops. They flipped and flopped like his heart, so fast, and he reached for a pen. What could…
December 2009
2 posts
Watchdanmeth:
Phantom Throughout History My new cartoon for College Humor, illustrates the sordid back-story of their undying coworker, Phantom Of The Office. He’s a recurring character who I’ve always thought was pretty damn funny. Phantom is played by Streeter Seidell, and Sarah Schneider is, as always, the victim of his creepy presence.
November 2009
1 post
Vague Pessimism- My favorite
And so it seems the seams I’ve sewn and sights I’ve sought to seek are sold.
October 2009
2 posts
farmville
I havent posted in a while but I need to gripe about something. facebook is cool and all. I love how I can keep in touch with friends and see things from their college experiences. But seriously, every time I see a post about farmville I lose respect for another person and for facebook as a whole. is facebook not a social networking site?why are they trying to take over? every time I look theres...
“I know not what I search for
but I know I have yet to find it.
Because it is...”
– Tupac Shakur (edited)
September 2009
2 posts
Arielle
Her eyes bright and glistening and her smile wide, lips ever ajar, she rambled about Kerouac and her feelings of his fame and I paid no attention as I was hypnotized by her glare. Those shiny black gems deeply penetrating as she sought to see whether I was worth her time. Or was that a projection of my own fear of inadequacy? Small, quirky, and beautiful, a character Natalie Portman might play,...
The Bathroom
With the door open, the pungent odor seeps into the common room, inciting apprehension of approach. The bathroom shared by seven teenage boys provides a kind of oxymoron; It is both their place for hygiene and a source of filth. From the smell of a boy’s locker room after a football game, to the tattered scraps of toilet paper strewn about on the floor, it’s obvious that the room is...
August 2009
5 posts
friends
As I find myself searching around the maze that is the experience of college life, there seems to be this sort of cliché but accurate fear amongst some of the students. Now I’ll agree it sounds corny when you’re warned of the “top ten college fears”, but I have to agree with one of them, maybe number four on the list. “will I make friends?” It sounds so silly at...
Thinking
He took somber satisfaction in thinking that perhaps all along she had been nothing more than what he had read into her; that this was her high point, that no one else would ever make her think. Yet that he made her think was what she objected to in him; and suddenly he was tired of thinking.
There’s nothing more to this I just came across an old text I had sent and I liked the way it...
“A smart nigga can play dumb, but a dumb nigga can’t play smart”
– Cam’ron
I know 2 posts in one day
This song pretty...
fine
So recently a few friends have been nagging me about updating my tumblr and making a post. They’re right; I suppose it has been ages, but I feel it’s not accidental. With my imminent departure approaching I find myself more inflective than ever. There’s a lot on my mind and transcribing it to one post or even a hundred posts seems like quite the daunting task. Even now as I make...
July 2009
3 posts
Buzzed
buzzed:
I realized that I never posted my college essay way back when. My url is buzzed because I wanted to post my writing, and you have to write your best to sway the admissions offices, so I felt it correlated.
Buzzed. I feel more vibrations on a daily basis than a construction worker that got pinned with the jackhammer. My cell phone, doubling as a life-line, shakes like a rattlesnake...
New Poem
plaidlemon:
Letting Go or Lying Down That shy smile makes you look like a vegan in fur. I knew that you were lying long ago. It’s funny how your voice changed, although you must not have noticed, and it’s funny how you thought that I would believe such ludicrous lies, like you were weaving tapestries and never made a seam. Flopping flippant logic like a light switch in a dream. Mother may I take...
June 2009
7 posts
PAPERONI!
Me: Oh my god I saw a little girl with paperoni at maksim's grad party!
Tom: Haha no way!
Me: Yes! it was the little puppy one
Tom: Punch her
Me: I stole it
A great song to think about your girl to :)
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Feels Good
Now I’m not one of those guys that prides himself on being an asshole or being able to ridicule someone but honestly, doesn’t it feel good when someone sets themselves up for a good joke?
I mean take for example, the other day while at work I had a little dialogue going on with a few co workers and it followed as such:
Brian: Teresa, what are you drinking? It looks like pee...
DOUBLEDASH!
The significance of the url of my blog comes from the game mariokart double dash. However childish, double dash represents the ability of a jaded generation, more so a jaded teen, to find an escape and to relieve stress in one of the most juvenile ways, a video game. Whatever dislike I have for video games evaporates when it comes time to play double dash and it is also my hope that the blog will...
Justification
buzzed:
JUNE 23
2009
My friend Jihad and I were talking about sexual things, as we often do. And this subject came up, out of the twisted innuendos of Jihad’s mind. “It’d be a lot like fucking a skinny girl.” I mulled this over, before asking him for an explanation. He went on to say how getting head from a fat girl, is similar to fucking a much slimmer girl in that, holding the fat girl’s...
“I’m not the middle man, man, I’m the man”
– Mr. G