confounding expectations (how apropos)

Verse Three: Grand Puba As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants But she’ll spend your papes and she’ll use up all your plastic And if you swing an ep you’d better wear a prophylactic Cause things are getting drastic Slide […]

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The Tumult of the Time Disconsolate

there is purgatory. and then there is hell. purgatory is the student health center line and waiting for 3 and a half hours to gain even the simplest of understandings as to why an infernal medical hold has been misplaced on my student account, preventing me from registering. purgatory is the 45 dollar parking ticket […]

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Born With No State of Mind

they sat there, perched delicately on my eyelids, trapped between each eyeball and its respective lashes. the tears should have overflowed on the spot, but instead they remained fixedly in position, awaiting some new catalyst to initiate the inevitable deluge. I tried, seriously tried, to distance myself as best I could from my old wounds. […]

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The Circumference of Your Activity

12:37 AM. so I sat next to her in what we politely call a bed, through this day of snow and cynicism, these final moments of the month dedicated both in antiquity and by the current administration to the god of war, and felt easily more alone that I had ever felt since before we […]

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