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A history in photos from my iPhone | Musings of the Wireless Monkey
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Musings of the Wireless Monkey. To produce music is also in a sense to produce children. A history in photos from my iPhone. I painted this for my friend Katies Birthday. From September until present date- this is what I’ve been doing with myself. Two of my coworkers at Apple. I had a lobotomy a lump removed from my skull. Jason uses the orange bucket to hand wash clothes. I put it on my head. Marina came to visit me at the store. We rode a roller coaster. We got attacked by dots. I want this book. By sc...
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Writer’s Desk | Better Than Bullets
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A Writer's Personal Journal. Category Archives: Writer’s Desk. All about writing, words, fiction, writing projects. Jaded Drunk at a Dry Wedding. I’ve been a bruised piece of shit for the last few days. Vulnerable like a snail chained to a trail of salt. Part of me sits back and watches the Angelina show like a jaded drunk at a dry wedding, while part of me brings my own salt shaker to the party. Whatever I am, the truth of it is always convoluted and polluted by how much I try to hide, by how much I rev...
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memories | Better Than Bullets
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A Writer's Personal Journal. The Wrong Kind of Luminescence. If I could live inside music I think I might be okay for always. I wish I could sleep in music, breathe in music, and dream in music. Why must I always sink in the cacophony of human voices instead? I wasn’t meant to live like this, in fragile skin, with breakable bones, and friable teeth. I was meant to be strong medicine, like retrograde Venus. What will I have left to say when my bullets are drawn? What will I have left to say when all the s...
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childhood | Better Than Bullets
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A Writer's Personal Journal. In Which Saponification is as Magical as Dragons. I’m 14 years old here. In my gold lame jacket and feeling very ABC. These things scratch at my brain like tree branches in a wild storm. It hurts, but not in a way I can ever adequately describe. I don’t want to be like everyone else, I want them to see like ME. There are a number of things that make me feel painfully otherly. You only lose in adulthood what you are complicit in losing. If you lose your sense of wonder the...
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Lists | Better Than Bullets
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A Writer's Personal Journal. Exactly what it sounds like. 12 Pieces of Life Advice For My 15 Year Old Son. 1 Bathe often and with soap. 2 Make brushing your teeth the first and last thing you do every day. 3 Your penis can be the greatest source of pleasure and also the source of many shitty painful tedious STD’s. Enjoy it, but also protect it with condoms. 7 Before you leave home be sure you know how to make your favorite foods. This is important for your survival. This entry was posted in Lists. To be ...
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A Writer's Personal Journal. Tag Archives: business name. The Name of This Thing Remains Undecided. It was sugar and pith, rich with the urgency of the present and weighted with an. Awareness of tomorrow pressing in on the fragile edges. It was simultaneously a greeting. And a passing; it was shifting faces under the ice of the winter night; a singular point of. Warmth in scarlet and peaches like summer passing before the spring. That’s my favorite passage from Winter; Cricket and Grey. I guess I’l...
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cult of childhood | Better Than Bullets
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A Writer's Personal Journal. Tag Archives: cult of childhood. In Which Saponification is as Magical as Dragons. I’m 14 years old here. In my gold lame jacket and feeling very ABC. These things scratch at my brain like tree branches in a wild storm. It hurts, but not in a way I can ever adequately describe. I don’t want to be like everyone else, I want them to see like ME. There are a number of things that make me feel painfully otherly. You only lose in adulthood what you are complicit in losing. If ...
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bullshit | Better Than Bullets
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A Writer's Personal Journal. Late Friday Night Thoughts and General Fuckery. It gives me great pleasure to imagine all the gay love songs written in history that straight people have assumed or have been encouraged to believe were for them. Music is proof that it doesn’t matter what skin is involved in love, it’s all pretty much the most compelling thing any of us experience. Love is epic and as genderless in quality as death is. I might need, at some point, to admit that my brain is so full of voices I&...