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For my dying biology: the stranger
I learned today that my biological father is dying. He has a few weeks left at the most. so strange that while we were both healthy and alive somewhere tucked in the recesses of my reptilian brain I thought, subconsciously I suppose that one day we would connect. One day, in true Hollywood fashion he would give account give reason for abandon. Even if it were as simple as “the seventies were…
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Challenge
 It is time my friends to live our lives with intentions and purpose. It is time to do the difficult things to reinvent ourselves, to escape these hardened shells that serve as an illusion of safety and to run in the direction of our dreams. To live a life of purpose and passion as opposed to comfort and security. It is time for our real lives to begin. Click Here and meditate on this idea for a…
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Kicking and Screaming
I am the step-son of a step-son. Trying to find the rhythm of a heartbeat foreign to the beat that beats inside of you. It is a very trying and emotional experience even when your biological father is long gone and your “step-dad” is there for everything. There is still a small hole in your center and from that hole emits so many questions. Why not me? What was wrong with me that he never wanted…
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A Toast To My Freind, Jim Weis
A Toast To My Freind, Jim Weis
Yesterday I was dealt the blow that a man I esteem near and dear to my heart has passed. Passed, if that isn’t a euphemism, then I don’t know what that word means. A few words about my friend, Jim. I found myself one thanksgiving without a table to enjoy some turkey. I was living in an unfinished basement in Rockford, Il. I had no heat, and no kitchen, just a bed and a bathroom. My [then] wife…
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Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me
Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me
How much did it cost? We are all unscratched lottery tickets, but with every scrape and stroke of life we reveal our worth. We begin as endless potential, believing that we will stretch out our hands and somehow truly touch the world. As we grow, we adapt to cultural norms, to the ought to’s if you will. We make ourselves busy, because after all our world tells us that busy equates us to…
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The witching hour.
The Nothing People
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The greatest part of a road trip isn’t arriving at your destination. It’s all the wild stuff that happens along the way.
Matthew Fisher (via thatlitsite)
Booking Summer shows on this snowy day! #maithai #guythigh #sunburn
All God's Children
All God’s Children
There is a hum. The ambient noise of hundreds of conversations happening simultaneously, and I wonder what it must be like to be God. How redundant and boring and elementary we all must sound. Arrogant and confident about things we have little control over. The endless idle chatter. Incessant talking just to fill the empty air. Perhaps Jesus was a symbol of censorship. Teaching us all that we need…
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“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”
Kurt Vonnegut.
Raining in Baltimore, Counting Crows
For Capucine
I wrote this a while back for my friend, Capucine. She just moved to NY to embark on the next part of her journey. I couldn’t be more excited for her.
An ode to a french flower or that silly little monkey
My fair lady, With your sunshine hair and your eternal optimism. With your french tattoo and your glowing smile. With your undying friendship and your poor influence. With your champagne eyes…
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In the wee small hours of the morning.
In the wee small hours of the morning.
I can’t sleep.
Laying here looking at the ceiling un focusing my eyes so that the shadows forms shapes, much like clouds.
Should I masturbate?
I don’t have the imagination required to perform such function. It is a sad reality to know that fiction has become a dull version of an already painfully sterilized existence.
Should I watch a movie?
There are no good movies. Only shittier versions…
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Chicago in pictures part deux.
Why live anywhere else? Chicago.
