May 2013
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April 2013
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The other night after a bit of whiskey I laid in bed and went back to sleepless nights as a kid. The sheets pulled up over my head with a small window to look out, I would stare down the long vacant hallway. My parents slept at the other end of the house. There were many rooms next to mine, but they were all empty. As I walked past them at night these voids would pull at me, and sometimes I would...
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March 2013
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Each night I fall asleep on this air filled bed. Its bumps and crevices form mountains in my sleep. I find myself climbing up and rolling down mountainsides throughout the night. The window is open and the cold air flows in. I bury myself under the covers, leaving only a small hole to breathe. Sheets of blue and a comforter of white, tell my eyes I’m sleeping under roaring clouds drifting...
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Loosing weight[[MORE]] my ribs curve out
My body sharp and dry
Sober sitting, standing, sitting, standing never alone never quiet
Panic fear anger arrogance no walking thoughts rushing
Delicate steps between moving parts wanting to colide
People stand so far away and stair with New York eyes
Stand still behind the bald man and watch
they move in synch the news in their hands containers next to...
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I died a little yesterday and a few days back. Something about when he said “simplify his face.” I knew what he meant but didn’t understand. Why do people find these flat, plastic faces beautiful. The portrait in front of me showed a man who looked alive. They wanted me to bury him in Photoshop, paint away the shapes life had carved into his face. The folds and creases of...
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February 2013
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It’s Tuesday, no Wednesday.
[[MORE]]I’m starring at the man in front of me. He’s standing too close. I really want to shove him. To my right is a woman in black tights. She is standing very close to a blond man with round spectacles, who I assume is her boyfriend. Her black stockings aren’t on his mind, his glasses are buried deep in a novel, some bestseller. The train...
I shot a roll of film that I was really excited about. It was finally a good roll after a few mediocre ones.
Now, after looking in every knook and cranny of my stuff, I can’t find it, and when I think back I don’t remember ever taking it out of the camera. Since the camera is empty, and the roll is not in my apartment, I’m starting to think I never loaded a roll in the first...
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January 2013
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