February 2012
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fucken shit : O
So I’ve been working on a research project/paper to enter in a competition at my school—and fuck did my professor cut the shit out of my essay and make it bleed
it’s kind of exciting—Yay! Time to revise ^_______^
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January 2012
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A student from A.B. Miller trying to be like his...
I’m afraid I’m never gonna be able to write.
Like I’m gonna be locked inside a room with fucken kids until I bald,
harass students 4 years after they have graduated college who have come to visit me because I once inspired them the same way stupid silly boys in hunting hats
killed me with their guns, like little microcosmic ink grenades reflecting pages plastered between my cum-stained finger...
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O' fuck me
Today I decided to finally get my shit together and figure out what I’m gonna do before and after school begins this spring.
A while back I had posted that I would write up goals. …That shit never happened. I think I got a little anxiety/anxious with everything and froze ::::slipped my face between his arms and smiled that vacant smile, the one I get when I don’t want to get:::
But I think I...
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December 2011
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November 2011
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On contemplating the adventure I'll have once my...
When my mouth runs heavy, it ceases to cum
What I overhear sometimes in work
My coworker: “I love chocolate covered anything.”
She thought that was cute. I thought about a chocolate covered penis :3
a letter I wrote to Eric and fell asleep on and...
I want to write to you. I want to speak to you. I want you to bend my words back in silly ways that induce my lips to quiver. I want you to be there—on the other end of this electronically mailed compressed string of ones and zeros and zeros and ones. I would like for you to shrink back into the cave I have painted and turn all my beliefs into dripping moons—hide thy empress so...
October 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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What I need to write and what I need to do
I told myself: “I should write, I should paint ever damn empty sheet with paint that dripped through cut film stencils and poke all my sheets with black-black ink.”
I didn’t though, hehe, I just drove between southern california and the the central valley (looking for my family, ignoring the money I don’t have but need, swooning over a guy who plays with nonverbal gestured...
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