ten collectibles

People leaving, projector days at D's, green beer, super lame Halloween party at school, FYP, Lido Starbucks closing forever, chubby bunny, setting Joey's shoes on fire, vag cupcakes at my doorstep on my 19th, losing my Raybans at a bar.


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Dive deeper

Imagination, or lack thereof, rather, leaves you with this desire, this need to submerge oneself in complete solitude. This solitude can differ, vary from occasion to occasion. From being alone on a 40 minute bus ride across the island to being alone in your backyard on a perfectly breezy Tuesday night. Just being alone completely oblivious to the atmosphere that surrounds you, isolation of this magnitude can bring you to places unexplored, far beyond your imagination. This unexplored, untouched, virgin space in your mind, yes, it is within the walls of your skull, the beauty of this space is unimaginable. It could be nirvana, it could be just a concept, let's not get technical. Everyone has this space, it's whether you choose to explore, surrender to your curiosity, or not. Most people don't and the people who do end up being socially outcasted. It may not be as dramatic as it sounds but humans were given the power to feel and most of these socially accepted people have felt the extremities of this vicious hierarchy of social acceptance. Explore the beauty of your mind in complete solitude, reimburse yourself with the need to feel, think, explore. Fuck this social bullshit for a second and just take a moment to fucking think.


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smoke detector

It's been awhile, since I thought of ways to control, ways to feel, ways to decipher, ways to differentiate. I cannot tell apart the past from the present, the present from the future and the future from the past. A vicious cycle, I'm trapped in and no one seems to notice. I'm not spiraling out of control or flying down into a gaping hole of endless despair. I've just been a bit blurred in my vision as of late. I haven't gotten Myopia or gone deaf. I'm just dumbfounded, caught a little off guard rather. This bullshit that's been thrown at me this year is just, dirty. What intentions have I implied for me to have to endure all these useless situations that don't even make sense to me? Every 5 years I go through this hot energy wave in an alternate universe; I'm floating past this DNA shaped golden streak and the heat is immense, the heat is nauseating. I have no control over my direction because gravity is, well, what is gravity? I've never even, I don't remember, now what's it called again? This heat, hot, hot, heat is sucking the soul out of me. Whatever happened to my life, is a mystery, but the soul, the soul is on fire like I've never felt before. It's basically, come to a point where I feel my feet burning at awkward hours of the night and I set my throat on fire every time I drag on. The skank inside me is just waiting to speak, her opinions, her melodramatic meltdowns, her fabricated theories. Everything's a conspiracy to her. She's just waiting to entertain and please me.



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december issues

This entity, this universe, this galaxy, this planet. It's all for the time being. You see, we make mistakes, we learn to accept, we make do with what we have, we yearn for more. All these false accusations and crime. What is crime? How do we define something so true and ironically, sane? How do we point out something that is at it's purest of actions? People kill, people rape, people fight, people rebel, and we accuse them as being insane and rash, ridiculous, daft, even. Look at yourself, you kill, you rebel, you rape and you fight every single day of your pathetic life and you're not as insane as these people? Maybe they decided to be a little more physical or violent, maybe they decided to just let go and feel. Maybe they thought, easier done than said. We rape people of their sanity every single day, we kill our dreams every day when we force ourselves into this daily routine we call making a living. We rebel when we wait to complete an assignment hours before it's deadline, we fight our way to get to the top every single day and no one calls us insane. Why? We're all sixth generation prototypes of apes and we're nothing compared to micro organisms and elements and all these tiny particles of life that live and breathe amongst us. We're nothing compared to them, those things can live amongst us without even being seen. This bacteria can take over the world without even physically exerting anything against us and watch us die, and we're not even capable of defining sanity.


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