Bad habits are comfortable. There is something about them that feel like home. We feel safe with them. We have repeated these acts so many times and are sure of their outcomes. They offer gratification in the moment, but in the long run we feel stagnant and unfulfilled. On the other hand, creating new positive habits […]Read more "Default Settings"
So this is it. I’ve come to the end of this year long journey. I had to work today so I didn’t get a chance to really reflect. Now that I’m home and I’m settled, all these thoughts and emotions are rushing out. I will try my best to channel them into cohesive thoughts. The […]Read more "Finale"
We used to be despised You wouldn’t fuck with us Not only left us to die You threw stuff on us Genocide was the word But like a Phoenix A culture emerged With dance Spoken word With a style And what occured Was that the world hung on every single word What started as ghetto […]Read more "You Can’t Have It"
Part 1 here The man got up from the seat and motioned for James to follow him over to one of the tables near the corner of the bar. James hesitated at first still feeling uneasy about this strange man, but his curiosity outweighed his fear, and James grabbed his beer and followed the man […]Read more "96 Hours(Part 2)"
Walking out into a night thick with fog, James reaches in to his breast pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He then reached into to his pants pocket and pulls out a lighter, before stricking it, he r… Source: 96 Hours(part 1)Read more "96 Hours(part 1)"
One year ago today, I wrote my first entry, but not officially my first post. Check here. Regardless of any confusion this distinction can cause, I feel happy to sit here one year later! Saturday will be the offical last day of the blog in its current form. But today is an anniversary of sorts, […]Read more "Anniversary"
The one that some consider handsome Others see as a threat The one some haven’t seen in a while The one others haven’t seen yet The one thats not good at hiding You can see how I feel There goes those wheels turning You can almost hear the steel The one only loved by Mother […]Read more "Face"