May 2013
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Irony Of Burning Leaves
The sensitivity of dial adjusted mood shifts, inflicted by late night beige paint, and an unused portion of queen size Ineptitude of a man not able minded enough to type correct codes closing doors leading to negative apprehension brought up by yours truly who conjures falsities out of short lived void, brainwaves an invisible parasite feeding off the good intentions hidden by my...
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Two cats hogging my queen size. I ain’t mad.
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Battle Cries
the salt of your skin, navigating neglected routes around Lake Michigan, screen windows allowing summer breeze, the innocence of Sunday mornings. 1 am battle cries of missed memories
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imaknucklehead asked: hey jvstin, i admire the hell out of you. just wanted to let ya know.
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
– David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via conventionals)
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Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there’s something inside us that’s so...
– Hubery Selby, Jr. (via flyingsockies)
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April 2013
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Anecdotes For the Deceased
That dream projects upon my eyelids still to this day you said dyin’ ain’t easy pain was worth the wait Know I’m going to my grave as I came. trying to etch your name in the sands of time illegible, like those years spent with the girl of your fantasies, studying media arts, new to our city. First time she stepped foot outside Austin ‘wasted the best of me on some surreal made-for-tv anecdote,...
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