June 2010
2 posts
May 2010
3 posts
Fruitsack!
(via cbsundance)
Thanks Charles in charge:]
did you get me this tree skirt? cause, i don’t wear skirts.
full extra credit points. rapping in eng 425.
H.D.T. in da house
Represizzle…
I’m fuggin’ leavin’ dis grime
Leavin’ da dive
This frackin’ town and I don’t jive
On my mutha fuggin’ way
Town, get outa ma grill
I ain’t civil, imma gonna dis-o-bey!
I gots ma two own shirts and ma two pants
Don’t need a bitch to clean em’
Cause I am a man!
Imma free, I’ll survive
I feel alive, whens up in da skies
I see a bad ass mutha fuggin’ woodcock fly
Bitch...
April 2010
1 post
yeah, I’m still alive.
If tumblr was on paper, I would be around more.
I really have a problem with…screens.
::throw up noise::
March 2010
2 posts
…and, here we are again. floating? sinking? i dunno…
i feel ok. i always do.
so what is bothering me?
in its most elemental sense, i am the guy wearing a red shirt. it looks white to you, but…you, are, wrong. my shirt is me. and for me. it keeps my back warm, or covers my head…protecting me from the rain and sun! so…i will pick the color. i will drink my...
Thirsty Thursday!
jacksonlong:
Sittin’ on my futon with Susanna Jacobs, kinda drunk and really fuckin’ bored.
December 2009
1 post
10:52p
hey tumblr,
i know its been awhile. im sorry, but finals week is almost over, and if im not in jail for killing the people who live above me, ill be happy to talk to you more often. Bon Iver, a big thank you goes out to you. with you singing so sweetly into my ears, i can almost think about blocking out the sounds of the mardi gras celebration happening on top of my house…you, are...
November 2009
12 posts
...and what to write.
it seems that in an overly loud and busy world, i am constantly holding back my sometimes rash social commentary; trying my best to be optimistic and enjoyable to be around.
so life dances on, bounce
bounce
bounce…
and thing seem ok. which, they are…because, well….we’re here aren’t we? i mean, even in...
Loud! Loud! Loud!
Loud I call to you, my love!
High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves,
Surely you must know who is here, is here,
You must know who I am, my love.
Dear Tumblr,
I am alive. I have made it…like i knew i would. only because of the those close to me…
ill be back soon to talk to you, i know its been awhile.
c. michael.
HERE WE GO--------> but, shhhh...calm, is the key...
im anxious, not nervous.
tense, but not worried.
a little upset my work is piling up…but then again…who am i kidding?
Saturday evening…will be the greatest sleep i have ever had…and mind you, i have been a lot of places. slept in many different conditions, and have came back to the same bed. why will Saturday be different? well, simply, ill have my life back, and my...
quick…three minutes in the PUB. go.
i see a pretend jockette. typing with only two fingers and looking at her screen from under the low brim of her baseball cap…..
i see a woman. or wanna be woman. average college age of twenty- twenty two…frantically scribbling down notes on a professional agenda, while tapping her black leatherette, but still sensible, high heels. knock it...
Elizabeth Cary’s The Tragedy of Mariam.
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Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote….just saying. odd parallels here. but all in all, Don takes the cake. Much more exciting to read, and more pertinent, if i do say so myself. don’t get me wrong…a woman stuck in a dead end marriage, with no rights or powers, is awful; but i got all that from the first page…time to...
a few verses on people.
It has been brought to my attention that when i say, “i hate people”, it comes off a tad hypocritical…seeing how just about everything i do is for…”people”. i would like to make light of this situation if you would allow. people have been for a very long time, and still are a crucial part of my life. my job outside of being a full time student is being an EMT....
right. well, here we go.
