Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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the power of a lie

Or ten. I based my entire adolescence on a series of lies that multiplied and were completely accentuated with other ones I constructed to compliment the original lies. I am good at it, it’s true, the lying thing, especially if… Continue Reading →

bup up up

This whole voice lesson thing is getting crazy…my idea of what is going to occur when I walk in the door is usually mussed and annoying at the point I actually do so, and has involved a complete lack of… Continue Reading →

Hip Hop Tuesdays

Rock n roll all day long. Or hip-hop rather, a quiet enjoyment of mine, because in all of it’s absurdity, listening to people rap slick poems is pretty entertaining. Sean gave me a comp which has everything from Nas, to… Continue Reading →

Today was a real Monday

For me, at least. Lately I have been feeling this guilt about making money but not doing anything to earn it, except having the right job at the opportune times to make me worthy of this government gift. Yeah, I… Continue Reading →

Time and all of its missing pieces

I am one of those people who has a mental rolodex of ideas and impressions that need to get out when they occur, not filed away for later reference points. I find that if I do not write my shit… Continue Reading →

Everyone’s a story

Whoa. Read the paper today about that girl who said to those mugger kids, “whatcha gonna do, shoot me?”, and so they did. Makes you think twice about being super saucy to thugs with guns. I have waivered back and… Continue Reading →

when you’re bored, you tend to get involved with stuff that is just bad for you

Fictionalized details, based on RX-characters [names have been changed]: L=R.Monroe This is my lesson to miss Liza. She, being the invariable funny girl, gets herself involved in this situation that wreaked of drama, and youth and invariably led me to… Continue Reading →

If I were to be thrown into hell

It would not be a fiery furnace, it would be like walking into a large freezer, where your snot freezes at contact with the frigidness. Today is hell. In other news, though I am having difficulty controlling my fingers because… Continue Reading →

hells bells for snow angels

Yes. So, given the status of the storm, I hooked up with him last night to make sure that if I were to be snowed in, it wouldn’t be all terrible. So I reside in Brooklyn. E is a peach… Continue Reading →

beep beep beep get offa my seat

I am one of those quasi-morning people. The very act of getting up isn’t something I so much enjoy, as much as I enjoy laying down, that is. But once I am up, I try to make the best of… Continue Reading →

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