Note To Self:

Sometimes I like to think by myself, about myself. But sometimes I like to think with you, about you. Its a rather odd thought, but this keeps me from being staying stagnant, becoming bored. Maybe I should take my own advice. Stop by http://christoffffer.wordpress.com for less-than-amazing life stories but more exciting fictional groups of words. 22 years young, with a mouthful of words and mindful of thoughts from the Windy City. Aspiring Author, Passionate Lover, and Naive Human Being

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looking back

i couldn’t realize what was happening until after it did. the power of hindsight leaves you defeated because it’s always the case of would’ve should’ve could’ve. a cautionary tale of things that you did but would like to take back, or an anecdote of taking the opportunities in front of you. we find a fork in the road and we pick it up and move forward, not knowing exactly where it will lead. then…

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thought connoisseurs

sometimes we think and we sit on a thought, hoping it gets better, aged just like a fine wine. we aerate the thought, let it breathe for a bit before we think its ready for consumption, ready to serve. barrels and barrels are stacked, housing different thoughts, some full-bodied, some immature, some complex, some dry. this vinification of ideas yield a spectrum of flavors, to which we pick and…

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Down to Earth

time passes and we can’t stop that. the hands still move and the sands still fall sometimes we just stare, waiting for nothing afraid of choices and afraid of ourselves wishing we could do just a little more wishing we could be just a little more but the fear of falling and the fear of failure keeps us from trying we tend to be safe and secure we try to protect our inside self just as much as we…

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out of thin air 

Sometimes all you have are your thoughts. For 40 days and 40 nights, I wrote something new. This is the result. Enjoy.

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cake 

taste is subjective. there are things we like, and things we don’t like. we can agree and disagree on things. and our tastes changes all the time. we crave different things. I’m a sucker for trying new things. I live for it. Guilty pleasure. And then there are flavors we come back to, we know and we are familiar with it. it makes us feel good, feel comfortable. sweetness is a flavor most girls…

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cake 

taste is subjective. there are things we like, and things we don’t like. we can agree and disagree on things. and our tastes changes all the time. we crave different things. I’m a sucker for trying new things. I live for it. Guilty pleasure. And then there are flavors we come back to, we know and we are familiar with it. it makes us feel good, feel comfortable.  sweetness is a flavor most girls…

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memories

Scavengers, collectors, hoarders. Trying to piece together a valuable thought. A repertoire of everything you know and love. To be recited in your dreams that reminisce, Lyrically sung and looped, so you won’t forget. They can’t be lost. They can’t be forgotten. They can’t be erased. They can’t leave. Only pushed aside, blocked, hidden away, Behind clouds and clouds of doubt A tattoo of the mind,…

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Stirred, not shaken

I like to communicate. I live by myself in a brand new city not knowing anyone. I’m not new to this, the feeling of being alone and the feeling of living inside my own head. The pot needed stirring so when it’s time I distract myself, the mind needs to be occupied or it’ll become a cold, stale borscht. Being solitary is fine but I need someone to pick my brain before the brain picks me. Creating…

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readme

Stories are meant to be written and read. The process changes how everything sticks or how things are let go, how you meet and how you think and how you  breathe. The story unravels as we continue to live, each chapter cemented in time. The chapters end when I want, not when I leave or when things end. The best part is no one will know, mystery and indecisiveness keeps you waiting for me to make…

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talk 

I like to communicate. I live by myself in a brand new city not knowing anyone. I’m not new to this, the feeling of being alone and the feeling of living inside my own head. The pot needed stirring so when it’s time I distract myself, the mind needs to be occupied or it’ll become a cold, stale borscht. Being solitary is fine but I need someone to pick my brain before the brain picks me. Creating…

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unplugged take the words from my mouth the quiver from the lip and the color from the cold…

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when you feel, you write. when you write, you feel. when its silent, you think. when you think, its silent. when its loud, you listen. when you listen, its loud.  

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Clear

Its nice, no one, telling you what to do or when to do it no one to deny you pizza so early in the morning or drinking out of the milk carton instead of a glass Simple pleasures are enjoyed, no worries or second thoughts or someone asking you to pick up more bread at the store and reminding you to lock both locks before you leave No one to complain to you about leaving a light on or leaving the…

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True N

Soul Searching. It means delivering yourself to a level or two or three deeper into your thoughts and motivation. Not just “what should I decide?” But rather “Why do I make the decisions I do?” or “Am I happy with that?” Digging up that much uncertainty and, often, old scar tissue, might be painful to some. But its just that; the uncertainty makes you doubt, makes you think twice. The pressure to…

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10 Morning Vibes

Whether you’re on your morning commute or eating your breakfast or both, bump this to get you going. Ease yourself into the day and find some energy and relax. Sit down, have a cup of coffee and ease yourself into your day. Scroll through your twitter, check your e-mails, flip through the gram, or just sit there. Take your time with this, just as you should take your time this morning, let it…

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Misplace

“I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks” Daniel Boone I lose a lot of things. My absent-mindedness prompts me to forget things and never remember. Eventually I will find it, most of the time. But then, is it really lost, or just misplaced? Can something lost be found? If it’s lost, wouldn’t it be misplaced? Maybe it’s only misplaced if you’re the one who…

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Real Friends

Being home reminds me that you’re all here. Home is where the heart is, and no matter where anyone of us is, or what ratchet shit we get ourselves into, home is home. Life is flashing before us and the pieces are moving and trees are shook and were living life. We outchea making moves, making life happen. Although sometimes it doesn’t move exactly how we want it, we still outchea. You’ve all…

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