This Town of Mine: Part 2
I recognize the angst within and understand that my feelings for Las Vegas are not universal. Plenty of people enjoy themselves here. Several of them are leading healthy and enjoyable lives. So maybe I just need to figure out what their secrets are. How do they make it work? What is it they do that makes living here relatively pleasant? It doesn’t help that half of the people I know...
This Town of Mine
In a city that never sleeps, its hard to get a sense of tranquility. The mind moves. The muscles contract. My fingers itch. I need to go for a drive. Sitting up on a parking garage and looking out at the neon-clad image so often placed on postcards makes me wonder what it is people find attractive about this place. Who the fuck would want to live here? Education is pretty poor. The people...
Being home is weird… I visit all the same places, and the same people from 3 years ago are still here. Hmm. Maybe its good I left and found something different. Or should I have stayed here and built a comfortable life around the things and places I know and love? The scary part is that it’s still not too late…
WE BOTH NIGGAS -my drunk boyfriend ahahahahahah
awildpokemon: hnggg man. Valentino man. unf. gurl.
the cool thing about being a bass.
you get to sing as loud as you want and everyone always hears you and your notes are always the easiest to find and your part is always the easiest to memorize. and it’s better than being a soprano because you HAVE to work to get it right. sopranos have to work, too… but more often then not, they don’t have to work too hard. basses are always working… cranking out those...
this was an active 24 hours
time to sleep. it’s dream time. for the next 10 hours i’ll be dedicated to the following: bye.
Congratulations America, we're fucked. →
starrchild: keroscenic: This bill, passed late last night in a 93-7 vote, declares the entire USA to be a ”battleground” upon which U.S. military forces can operate with impunity, overriding Posse Comitatus and granting the military the unchecked power to arrest, detain, interrogate and even assassinate U.S. citizens with impunity. Even WIRED magazine was outraged at this bill,...
how it works.
what started as a few lines of prose ended up creating 15 pages of a short story. 20 words to 4000. fuck, that was fun. now, time to write EVERYTHING ELSE. be back in 5 minutes… i’ve gotta take a bullshit break. :D
“I turn left off of the 210 and onto Day Creek. I’ve never been on this part of the street before. I’m usually headed south in the other direction, on my way to thrills behind glass windows and delicious marvels sound asleep on their beds of ceramic material. I giggle once more at how sad and poetic I’m being. I must be a little high. I don’t feel it, though. But...
“Before I dive too far into my fantasy I’m stopped by a high-pitched chime. I throw a death glare at my phone before picking it up. So I start reading the text with my hand still in my pants, rubbing up against the head of my cock. It’s from my sister. I take my hand out of my shorts almost immediately. She says she wants the car keys. Fuck. Great, no adventure for a while, I...
the breakfast scene.
“I sit at a brown wooden table with high-backed chairs. I’m listening to music that usually moves me but right now I’m just chilling. I keep my phone out, writing things on tumblr, as to appear preoccupied with something. And I never smile so no one will be tempted to catch my wandering eye if it dares to dance across the room. This food tastes like it was all cut with the same unwashed...
the college dropout / minorities report
“I enter the Cal State Fullerton complex and find the eastern parking garage. I drive all he way to the top and park on the west side. I pull out my pipe and some grass and load a bowl to 15 Step by Radiohead. Happy Monday, I tell myself. I step outside and shut the door. As I lock the car I take a look at the vehicle, sizing it up. Sleek, black on black. Damn, for a Volvo you sure look...
2/437 :: I reach in my jacket pocket for a piece of plastic. I flash my id to the security guards and they let me through into the party. The hall is packed, and the temperature changes almost immediately. The College Dropout :: I enter the cal state fullerton complex and find the eastern parking garage. I drive all he way to the top and park on the west side. I pull out my pipe and some grass...