Living Rough and Raw

I'm just Michael, an average American Californian guy. I'm also Israeli. I'm an observer, a writer and world wanderer who is totally against the world slowly turning into one culture. I like shit mixed up. I love risk takers. I like reading. I dislike people who say they can't do something because they have wake up early. Fuck you, guy. I love the world and anyone who wants to enjoy this short ride to the fullest. Through the fun and struggle it's all beauty.

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I can easily fess up to what I am (at least on an occupational level) and that’s a street whore. I’m not literally getting dicked down, but when that paycheck is waved in front of me, I open up my mind, put words together and write soulless sentence after soulless sentence and I’m perfectly okay with it. I like my pimps. They treat me good. I’m passionate for them and they’re nice enough to thank me kindly and tell I’m doing a good job. No one is any different. I sell my mind for money, the construction worker sells his back and the hooker sells her pussy. We’re all the same. Nothing’s sacred. My thoughts, words and wonders are a lot more sacred to me then my body and I sell them at the first chance I get. If I ever look down my nose at a prostitute like I’m one up on her, him or it, then that’s the day I’m officially a hypocrite. This is life folks and we’re all in on it together. 

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Has It Been Two Years?

I haven’t been on here in a very long time. It’s probably even been a longer time since I’ve left a post with actual text? Does anyone still follow? Would people even care about my “return”?  I dunno. I may very well write this and log off for another two years. Initially I made this as a way to flaunt my “genius” writing. Today I don’t think this is what tumblr is even for. I’ll get nowhere on here in terms of that. 

Anyway, let us get to the update. 2017 started with me moving out of Tiberias on January 9th. For those of you who don’t know what Tiberias is, it’s a one of the four holy cities in Israel. It’s located in the high north by the sea of galilee. It’s really nothing to see and not all fantastic, but my five months there bought me enough time to really get into my writing. It was there that I got a part time writing job.

After I left there I went to live on a Hippie Commune for two weeks in the southern centerish area. It was a great time. Really opened me up. On one of my final days there we did a workshop where we were supposed to tell everyone what we wanted from ourselves in this new year. I wanted to really take on my career and get healthy. By march I had moved back to Tel Aviv and have scored a full time writing job that provides a comfortable lifestyle. I’m also a gym member now.

Despite this, I still feel unfulfilled. I suppose that’s a good thing though because this means the journey within myself must continue.

That’s my roommates dog, Hidao. He’s fucking amazing. A Princess!

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Bur

Nature’s beauty is a masked facade over human madness.

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No Fucking Title

An interesting journey would be a trek through the thoughts of an illiterate person. When asked to read or write in front of a large group what exactly does the illiterate man think? I’d assume they feel scared, but what are the actual thoughts, the ones hiding in the deepest crevices of their minds? It could be one of two things. “I hope they don’t think I’m stupid.” Or “I hope they don’t find out I’m stupid.” Uneducated people are the hardest to read. Their minds are like roller coasters, up and down. What do they feel and why do they feel that way? All I have are theories.

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A 1,200-year-old siddur.

This book is believed to be the world’s oldest Jewish prayer book. Written in Hebrew and still in its original binding, the book originates from the Middle East. It contains the morning service, liturgical poems and the Passover Haggadah.  (source)

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His name is Hussein Yazdanpana 

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Simply amazing

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Fuck The Sun

Enemy of the shade, resenter of our central AC is the evil entity we know as the sun. For millenniums it has tried to smite us off the planet and for awhile its labors were met with fruits worth its work. Though its triumph couldn’t last. The first enemy it ever had was the cave, but man’s discovery of it didn’t bring much worry to the sun. Caves come far between and a man could be worked to a crisp before he could search out that kind of sanctuary. The sun would take pride in its slow deliverance of suffering, death via exposure, a common day beginning with innocent droplets of sweat and ending in a desperate convulsive crawl. I imagine our bright little friend would get very randy watching men slip into a panic and tumble into oblivion by way of delirium and hopelessness. Very randy indeed. Fuck the sun.

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New Story Sample. Lonesome DJ

Slowly the needle dropped and then came music rushing out from the studio and expanding across the state. Friends belted out the tune while speeding down the interstate, couples made passionate love, lone folks sucking on cigarettes found themselves being teleported into a memory gone by. It was a major chain reaction brought to you by three verses and four instruments. A voice recorded somewhere back in the annals of time, a feeling caught in the mind’s web and transformed into creation. The possibilities of what a song could spawn were nearly infinite.

Trapped in the tiny studio was the man who dropped the needle. He found himself starring into the spinning record, getting lost in the black vinyl and recalling nights from twenty years earlier, Fridays and Saturdays from his long gone teens. In those days, it seemed to his fifteen year old self that all the world was going out, out on dates, hanging at the mall or at each other’s houses. Everyone was out. Not him. Howard would be at the local record store filing through shit for gems, records he knew nobody had paid any attention to in ten years. Each record accumulated was a new expansion of himself and he’d go hungry, saving his lunch money throughout the week for that expansion. Once he got home he’d listen to it several times, study the sleeve, look at the faces on the cover, the creators of what kept him going.

Five nights a week, eight hours a night, Howard would leave his mundane self outside the studio door and put on this very suave but phony persona. Roughly, from 10pm to 6am he was DJ Howl. He’d play his favorites from the sixties, seventies and eighties, take request and occasionally give out tickets to nostalgia concerts. He was cool. People would call in for advice. His advice! Middle aged women would catcall him or wish him well over the phone lines. Howard was giving the world happiness. In a way he saw himself as a Martyr. He sacrificed it all to give people those romantic moments when that right song played at the exact right time and created an aura of warmth and love. An aura of warmth and love he himself never experienced in his own life.

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By Benjamin Dewey 

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Witty and good art

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What I’ve witnessed in a shitty joint.

So I'm sitting here in this chain diner stealing wifi. Lowest of the low type of place. In the booth next to me there are two well dressed manager types interviewing this high school girl and I'm almost absolutely certain they intend on taking advantage of her. I could see the proceedings play back like a film. Them saying something along the lines of "How bad do you really wanna work at this shitty job?" His eyes would wander about her in lustful way. No doubt she'd feel uncomfortable , almost moved to tears but she's from the eastside and not only her, but her family needs the extra income and to desperate extents. What a nightmare. What a world!

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Best

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Writing sample.

This is from a short story I’m currently writing. It’s a dark comedy taking place in Shanghai. It’s based off a friend of mine. 

Chin began picking up after him. Half way down the hall Edward turned around and walked back into the living room. He stood over her as she cleaned.“I know how you feel, Darla. It seems everyone is getting hitched besides yourself. This wouldn’t bother most, especially those with all the time in the world, but your time is running out. Age is settling. I see it. You think you can hide it with all the makeup you cake on, but when I see you in the morning you look nearly forty” She couldn’t fully understand him so she didn’t reply. “I think we can find you a man. The fellow downstairs who sells street meat. He’s a fine chap. How about the ice cream man? Don’t make that face, Margarita. You aren’t too good for the ice cream man, are you? You whore. You’d be lucky to have him.”

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Stop BDS demonization of Israel and its army, the IDF. No other army helped so many people in so many places in the world so many times.

This is Zionism.

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Elisabeth fucking Shue. Def at her peak hotness in The Karate Kid.

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New lows, everyone!

What a world! I watched Karate Kid today and proceeded to jerk off to Elisabeth Shue twice. What a low. But I would seriously marry that woman. Her and Kerri Green. 

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I don’t want to believe I’m shallow. I don’t. I try to be good. I do. So this........person commented on a friend’s post and I clicked on the name and this photo came up and I was immediately taken back in the worst way. I saved the photo and sent it to a friend and asked him if he would ever fuck her (I’m awful) and he said no way. I told him that I think I’ve seen German Shepherds more sexually attractive then her. He sent me a photo of a pigeon and in reply I said I’d rather take that pigeon out to a fancy dinner, buy in a diamond neckless and make passionate love to it then even meet this person. I’m sorry. I’m terrible.