I live in New York City. Do you? No? Sorry. 19. Short Stories, Blog, Jazz Bass, DJing, Parties. Get at me (Sorry Faraz)!
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I had a dream last night. I was a snake, slithering through the grass, until I came upon a dead elk… and I climbed into its soul, and it’s there I stayed until morning.
Mr. Cheezle (Grandma’s Boy)
2 years ago
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And you’ll hope to God you’re good enough to get that money, that job, that girl, through the day. That’s survival.

2 years ago
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Oh fuck you… and fuck you hard >:(

Oh fuck you… and fuck you hard >:(

2 years ago
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I hate old Futurism. Are we post-perceptive, now that this is now? Our futureland is just… waste and comical space creation and derivation of terms and just… these are the scenes:

1 year ago
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A four year-old sitting alone, possibly studying Actuarial Science in D’Angelo. I feel dumb now.

A four year-old sitting alone, possibly studying Actuarial Science in D’Angelo. I feel dumb now.

2 years ago
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There’s that point in life were all you have left is your art. It could be now, it might be later. But one day, head in hands, you’ll sigh.

2 years ago
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