What would you do in your final minute?

Fletch - This is my first time dealing with a blog, how embarrassing. Well, I'm Aaron, otherwise known as Fletch. I guess to describe the vastness of my personality, of my epic life story, in this small box would be to defy insurmountable odds. Lol jks, I have all the emotion of a particularly angry rock. I suppose some find me hard to get used to, even I'm not sure of my true self half the time. Saying that, I like people who stay true to themselves, people who don't just shift their image every week to fit in with the crowd. Because of people like that, originality, the whole notion of 'unique', is dying. Humanity is self-destructive enough without us losing sight of ourselves. I'm pessimistic, apparently, but I have a laugh about it. If you can't joke about the all consuming spiral of destruction that comes with being human, what can you laugh at? I like writing, it's my art, my music. I can paint a picture with words. I guess I have something of a natural knack for it, but natural talent never beats practice. I'm still learning to make the most of what I have, of who I am.

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Shameless picture of me.  Though my mate’s photography skills are the real mvp.

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Transformative piece

Anniversary: A time of mourning and remembrance, a time of bitter memories warped and twisted by decades of solitude; for there is one thing more potent than a thing such as love. Love lost. The memory of what was once had.

Every decade on the eve where the moon hangs lowest and shines brightest, a spectacle clad samurai can be found sat against a temple shrine. Once beautiful: with its sloping tiles and vibrant red hues, it’s small wooden doors and delicate paper panels, all carefully tended to by the samurai which called the modest setting home. Time would see it rendered decrepit and worn, cracked and torn. Broken with the passage of many years and a single hand which was no longer delicate enough to tend to such things.

A single candle sat atop a rock before him, its flame never wavering despite the cutting winds of coming winter. Its wax pooling in the dish at its base. The fire reflected in his eyes. He wept along with the candle.

His heart was as calloused as the hand which gripped his sake. Usually he was not afforded the luxury of emotions such as these, a pain he felt outside of battle. Pain which resonated deeper within him than the many scars which marked and crossed his body. Tonight he would sit and contemplate, staring into the candle, its flames reflecting the fire which once resided within his soul. Occasionally though he would stand and shout, beating the stone pillars about him until his throat was hoarse and his knuckles were bloodied.

Soon enough the candle was little more than wick and flame and his voice barely a whisper, inaudible above a now gentle breeze. Dried blood streaked down the bottle in his hand, dried tears lined his face. He sat with a complacent stare, eyes blank despite the dying flame. His anniversary would soon draw to a close and he would suppress, once more, the pained memory of his love.

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Just seen the first episode of One Punch Man.

Holy crap.

[thursday]

*starts paper the night before its due* *puts a date from several days ago to imply to teachers that i am a diligent student who knows how to manage my time wisely*

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Breath verse attempt

Cryptic metaphor Words that shouldn’t flow Yet Somehow, do.

Reference to ocean To sun To stars To the endless.

We take a winding path Under dwindling light It’s not as boring As, The motorway More cryptic.

You breathe life into me Is this CPR?

No, I turn away You’re like WTF.

I’m alone now Trapped in this shadowed room I should turn a light on. No;

Not cryptic enough

Never cryptic enough.

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I still make myself lol with this one

[mangastories]

Sadness - Pain - Anger - Madness Gangsta.

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Mrw I found out the anime studio responsible for making it filed for bankruptcy. RIP.

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Hey Fletch! I'm quite new to tumbIr as well. I appreciate your appreciation for my Homesick poem. Would you care to check the rest of my posts on my blog? Hopefully you'll be able to relate with a lot of them. Oh, I would love to see some of your writing sometime. Maybe we can become friends and share thoughts, writings, and ideas?

Hey Zeeo, or Joseph, whichever you prefer. I appreciate your appreciation of my appreciation; and I would very much enjoy that, though I think I can go a step further and give you a follow too ^^ That sounds like a plan, though admittedly I don’t get on here as often as I’d like. All the best to you and your writing man, it seems like it helps you get to a good place; I’m all about that myself :3

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I love your poetry! Will you be writing any more?

I’m trying to get back into the swing of it now actually. My uni course is seeming a lot more enjoyable this year, and everything outside of uni is going great too; so plenty to write about :3

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You produce some quality!

Thanks a lot, honestly ^^ ‘Quality’ is quite an achievement by my standards ;3

[stevestelling]

I have a new booklet titled, The Airwaves Goodbye.

It’s an expansion on a 6-page affair I made a few years ago. It’s a book about music, somewhat. I’m certainly excited about it.  Among other things, I’m happy that I let its few themes come to fruition slowly–over the course of a  couple years. Like hair, it grew gradually: nothing rushed, nothing forced, all meditative joy.

If I had to provide a publisher with a summary, or a curator with some wall text (head nodding and chin rubbing), here is a list of words or phrases I’d probably use.

Allegory

Analogous

Anonymous rock-’n- roll band

Artifact

Event

Faustian

Fledgling

Materialization

Metaphor

Pursuit

Reflection

Studio life

Did I mention it reads more like poetry than prose? No?

Well, it does.

As for its physical characteristics, it goes like this:  it’s twenty-four pages, digest size, black-and-white photocopies on heavy paper, cardstock cover. It feels good.

Copies are for sale at Copacetic comics (it’s not in their online catalog, however). Or, you can message me and we can work out a barter. I love trades.

Thank you and good day. 

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Rainbow

Scarlet rivers across withered beds

Hues of sunsets we will never see

Common dandelion’s heads hung low

Pastures of luster now all but dead

Azure skies just past the horizon

Cerulean dreams we can not reach

A lavender flag, tattered, lying in the street

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Rainbow

Scarlet rivers across withered beds

Hues of sunsets we will never see

Common dandelion’s heads hung low

Pastures of luster now all but dead

Azure skies just past the horizon

Cerulean dreams we can not reach

A lavender flag, tattered, lying in the street

[dirkturgid]

Friend reminded me of this today

[preeoz]

Pseudo-intellectual Pricks

He’s most likely educated, possibly a master’s degree in rhetoric. He could be a new atheist, possibly libertarian, most likely white. If you can’t smell his smugness, you can recognize him by the following tropes below.

Next time they use one of these on you, don’t waste your time. Copy and paste. Let them know they’re stereotyped.

The Pacifist

The guy who’s always making that bigoted comment on your thread, and always ends with, “Let’s agree to disagree.” He may follow up with a disingenuous attempt at finding common ground.

Example: I’m just saying, that if poor people worked harder, they wouldn’t have to depend on the government. You obviously don’t think so. No need to get upset. Let’s just agree to disagree. We can certainly find common ground with the fact that there are definitely some poor people that work very hard.

The Freedom Fighter

More indignant than the smug pacifist, he feels you’re taking away his right to have an opinion.

Example: I’m allowed to have an opinion about homosexuality. I’m allowed to express my beliefs. I’m allowed to disagree without being attacked. 

The Anecdotally Privileged

He’s white (and male) and he’s right. No matter what your experience is, his experience trumps it.

Example: Well, I lived in New York City for three years and the NYPD has always treated me with respect.

The Wounded

He responds with the old shock and awe routine about being misunderstood.

Example: You know who I am. I’m not a bad person. How can you call me a sexist?

The Oppression Authority

He married into oppression (or is friends with the oppressed or spent time working among the oppressed), so now his opinion should have gravitas.

Example: My wife’s family is Mexican, and they also think illegal immigrants should be deported.

The Call for Civility

He indirectly insults your racial, gender, sexual identity, spiritual beliefs, or simply your intelligence. When you call him out on his bigotry, he is (huff huff) insulted. Then he plays the “call for civility.”

Example: I haven’t called you any names, but you called me a bigot. If you want to persuade people, you need to treat people with civility.

The Logical Fallacist

His go-to is the ad hominem. When you point out that he may not understand a racial problem because he’s white, he screams, “ad hominem!” and runs around with his underwear on his head. Another favorite is the straw man, where he claims you’ve ignored his real argument and are attacking an incorrect version of his argument.

Example: You’ve misunderstood my main point. I was talking about the prison industrial complex, not racism. Straw man!

The Claim of Ignorance/Innocence

He claims that he’s confused about your opinion on a personal matter and wants to discuss it. Don’t be fooled. He knows exactly what he wants to say and is trying to lead you down a path where he can claim you’ve made a logical fallacy. Then he will claim innocence again–that he was simply trying to have a discussion. He will call for civility. You can’t win.

Example: I’m confused. It’s just not natural to be with someone of the same sex.

The Rational Male

He is calm, collected, and detached. He understands reason and logic. If you make it personal or emotional, that’s it. Conversation over.

Example: Simply put, I fail to see the logic of religion. All religions are the opiate of the masses. But there is one religion that kills people if you disagree with them. And that’s Islam. You don’t see Buddhist bombers, do you? Well, if you’re going to become emotional, then we can’t have this conversation. 

The Neutral Judge

He can view the situation from a neutral point of view, implying you cannot. Sure, he understands your POV. Because he’s neutral and wiser than you, he also understands the other side. Because of this ability to discern such (literally) black and white issues with no partiality, he is a better judge than you are.

Example: I followed the entire George Zimmerman case and listened to all the evidence presented. Though I find it all tragic, I have to agree with the jurors. You might have anecdotal evidence about racism in the law, but the law is the law.

[dagwolf]

Reblogging again because the MRA pseudo-anarchist crowd really got ticked off about it.

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Tbh this entire article reeks of smug prick.

[tomshardy]

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Angry little sheep. #deek #uwot