Can I Call Myself A Writer Yet?

What are you passionate about? 14 days into 2018 and I’m randomly reflecting on how I got to where I’m at now. I’ve realized that a lot of my motivation was born from boredom, necessity, and a need for change. The people that I started with weren’t the people I wanted to end up with. […]

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Dead Goldfish

What I’m watching/watched: Photography basics, Suits season 1, The Lobster, Vice abduction BDSM, etc. What makes a show “good?”                                         I. Theres this feeling of freedom that comes with “going out” at the end of the […]

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Summer sunsets at 7:45pm

Burn in hell An end to your human experience is inevitable, but how you go and where you go is still up for debate. Does pain and pleasure really get triggered by the same censors? I’m not trying to raise hell like some cenobite but why does each extreme feel so extraordinary on opposing ends […]

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The kid that never was

(Written-September 28,2015) (Written-April 13th, 2017) Sometimes you just have to go with no direction and no plans purely just to wage war against stagnation. Tommorow has always been my problem, because when I get there, there’s always another one as far as I know. Days to weeks, weeks to months, months to etc… You understand. […]

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