Stuck in The Middle with Me 2/2

“...appears out of nowhere, just drags me through the wringer one more time.  I was hooked--not on any one high--but on the whole process, and each time I swore it was the last.

Maxims From the Beginning of Millennium #2

1. Once you go black, you never go back. If you've got white, you're doing something right. 2.) facts don't matter; feelings ultimately have the final say (and have always but emotional paroxysms were tempered by ancient institutions and mores). 3.) don't tell people who you are until they either ask you-and you trust them- … Continue reading Maxims From the Beginning of Millennium #2

Raves are Super Lame When…

There's 10 peeps trying to groove on the dance floor (50 others are on their phones posting dumb shit like this). So, this catastrophe boils down to the xtc dealer? Bruh wtf!!! How the fuck are we lost 20-something's supposed to connect and have fun without very powerful psychosomatic drugs, raping our neurotransmitters into overdrive?! … Continue reading Raves are Super Lame When…

The Worthless (uyet Time-Consuming) Ruminations of a Pseudo-Genius

--I just ate a pint of gelato on the shitter and now an internal struggle rages on in my innermost soul. Either I have an uncanny ability to combine disparate pleasures that bring me to tears of either joy, OR I'm apparently having an existential crisis of such epic proportions I cannot fathom of an … Continue reading The Worthless (uyet Time-Consuming) Ruminations of a Pseudo-Genius

JusKeef

My Korean homie TJusKeef has some fuckin balls on 'em(even if he is always scrounging for the last bit of weed like a crackhead digging around the carpet.) This encapsulates the spirit of graffiti; Fuck You. When your landlords are dickheads how else are you supposed to respond? Anyways here's some more of his dope … Continue reading JusKeef

One You Probably Miss As You Walk By

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and so long as men die, LIBERTY WILL NEVER PERISH Seen at Thompson and E. Liberty

My Studio Room Where No Plays Nice

im getting tired of walking into a room of chewed up nicotine gum, empty klonipin bottles, a week old used condom, a ratty towel starched with seismic loads, and empty beer cans. Life’s surprises are erratic (or have been so far) and I dunnno even know why i wanna share with all of yall. i … Continue reading My Studio Room Where No Plays Nice

The Text Convo Following the Previous Autobiographical Story of Shame and Degeneracy

The next day I got a text when I was helping out at my grandma’s. You suck. Haaa, whose this, I sent back. Your mom. So your friend told me he has a girlfriend...Im guessing you have one too Nah. I jus don’t go around playing god with other people’s lives. Tht’s why I don’t … Continue reading The Text Convo Following the Previous Autobiographical Story of Shame and Degeneracy