God I love paper. The feel, the smell, the sound: the only thing that comes close to the appeal of pen/pencil on paper would be the click-clack of a mechanical keyboard (anything less than a true mechanical keyboard is blasphemy.) It's just so much easier filling a sheet of paper with stuff than a word document, the stuff doesn't … Continue reading Paper
Damn those Dogg’d Days
"Damn those dogg'd days" is a phrase I think to myself. To my knowledge, no one else has ever or will ever use this phrase as part of their diction. Let's break down what it means, shall we?
The Storm King: My Anxiety Poem
I have anxiety. Usually I keep it under wraps with little more than that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach cropping up. Sometimes it creeps through as a full body lock-up, making reacting difficult if not impossible. Rarely, like on Tuesday, I get full on panic attacks: hyperventilation, nausea, loss of feeling in … Continue reading The Storm King: My Anxiety Poem
Weird Questions
There is no such thing as a bad question, except for when I ask them because I ask them deliberately. The questions I ask close friends and family members aren't bad bad, they're just really really weird and often asked for reasons not readily apparent to whom I'm asking. I'm going to throw out a couple of … Continue reading Weird Questions
Postmortem
Sometimes giving up is okay. Wasting about a decade of your life fruitlessly pursuing something you aren't even good at to begin with, that's something you should realize while your young and still have time to salvage the rest of your life. I was hopelessly in love with writing and the idea that I too could become … Continue reading Postmortem
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