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To Be Born Again…

I feel like doing something drastic. At this point I think something drastic is necessary. I feel like shaving my beard. Or my head. Maybe both. I feel like getting all of my tattoos removed, or getting a whole shit-load … Continue reading

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Showered and Blue-Blazered…

I hate the early morning, and the ugly light of sunrise; it’s the harbinger of meticulously knotted ties, and thick black, bitter drinks. I hate the way I speak, as if everything is important; everything is funny, everything is fine. … Continue reading

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A Note to My Love on the Day of My Death

I fear the permanent silence that comes when death loosens the knots of life, and we slip into the undiscovered country. I fear that hole in my heart knowing that it’s something that can never be repaired; that absolution is … Continue reading

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I was supposed to make a grand entry today, but I was preoccupied with the care of my friend who is recovering from reconstructive surgery as a result of a serious injury. I have left him in the care of … Continue reading

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Happiness v. Virtue: A Quote by Henry Sidgwick

It’s been a week since my last post, and I apologize. In fact, my last post wasn’t that great. It was a drunk and delirious tirade that didn’t deserve to stay up, so I shit canned it. Needless to say … Continue reading

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Whiskey at 4am

It never seems to matter how much whiskey you drink, there’s never a good enough reason to go to bed… And there’s never, ever a reason to wake up. I wonder how long things are meant to hurt for…

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