Seeking smart nerdy type that can run faster than a speeding bullet and tolerate a moody alpha female. Kryptonite-toting-Caesar-complex twerps need not apply.
So I have a Superman complex, you already hate me so do me a favor and shut up.
Most many people have their own version of the ideal person for them that’s based on looks and how that person will act and make them feel all of the time. Many call this person their soul mate or “the one.” The truth is your soul mate is actually your imaginary friend.
Everyone is running around looking for their imaginary friend to buddy up with for the rest of a very imaginary life. Imaginary kids that will do just as you tell them to do. Imaginary youth for eternity. Perfection. [...]
I spent the Easter weekend exploring art, creativity and self expression; away from the noise and contention of the unhappy and unsatisfied. I bought these flowers at Whole Foods several days before and was inspired. I spent the weekend trying to capture their beauty through words and photography. I bought the strawberry plant below at the farmers market in Union Square, I’m very excited about its possibilities. [...]
Unpredictable weather, which means you’re lugging your umbrella around with you on sunny days unless you’re sure to have four dollars in your pocket for a cheap quickie on the street.
It will take you double the amount of time to get anywhere on the metro. Especially if you’re fucking around with the 6 train or you’re [...]
Spring is in the air, the sun shines boldly in the sky. One would think a positive outlook should be on everyone’s horizon but it’s not. I recently read somewhere that the mind can produce up to sixty thousand thoughts a day. Sounds absurd, but how many of us has the patience to verify that count? The mind is a phenomenon; humanity a mystery. Both religion and science try to explain it but it remains the enigma of yesteryear and today. [...]
Is it that you need glasses? If so I would have paid for the $20 dollar eye exam at Cohen’s. Do you have a drinking problem and therefore you’re aim is off? There’s AA. But to be honest my patience for your incompetence has run out. I’m on empty.
I can understand if I was the alcoholic, drug abuser, cutter, stalker, emotionally cockeyed one but I’m in therapy working my ass off. And yet I’m left with another year of utter disappointment. [...]
It was just reported on KNB News that crackheads who don’t do crack are becoming a widespread phenomena across the country. According to the most recent police reports, less than 30 days into the new year, crackhead behavior and incidents has ballooned a whopping 5000% compared to this time last year.
Listen to an exchange with a recent victim from an area called Palintown, in the state of Teabagger, where crackhead behavior seems to be especially high. [...]
It’s a 3am and I’m knee-deep in the trenches of writing a query letter in hopes of finding a literary agent. Obsessing about the damn letter, I’m finding it difficult to go to bed. I was up till 7am yesterday. Took a morning nap then got up and went back at it. Draft four is much slimmer streamlined but now I’m feeling like it’s all in vain. I’m a horrible writer. I’m wasting my time. My novels are shit. Who was I to think I could be a writer. Everyone is better than me. Wouldn’t you agree? Life is shit. Did I say that already? [...]
Oh woe, the brown girl said. I’ve got nothing left to give. My breath run thin, my heart turned cold. My light fled south to the depths of Hades, where even the brightest star has turned its back on me. Its light smothered in the blackness of my plight, my struggle, my pain.
Oh leave me be. I’ve got nothing left to give. Sucked dry of my milk, my laugh, my hope; you look at me with expectation that I should give you the rest. But I’ve already told you. I ain’t got nothin’ left to give.
Here I die beneath the hot salty sands of another world. No heaven for me. I was too much the fool to get on that boat. Gave my seat to another thinking he was best than me. Ride high the clouds yonder across the red sea to a reality, much better than this. But no not for me. I don’t deserve nothin’ good. This girl stands here alone. [...]
You play with words. Condescend. Twist and lie. I stand here listening to your shit with no place to hide. Infestation, poison slivers through my veins. I shiver, shake with rage. I breathe. Woo sah. That shit don’t work. Ommmmmm. All I see is the devil.
You’ve got no class, self-respect or courage. I took pity on you. Now you try to play me for a fool. Don’t look at me. You’re shit ain’t dope. Spineless accusations fall flat. Your flavor stale, your style is whack.
When did fear creep back; take center stage. No course of action. I stand here reacting. About to ignite, ensue a blood filled fight. And beneath the moonlight? The lights flicker. Untempered rage, asphyxiates. The earth shrinks. My suffering multiplies.
When the sky is at its blackest, the streets at their quietest, it is then that I allow my thoughts to run to him. I envision his face, his back, his hands, his legs as clear as day as I hide behind the cloak of night. When no mirrors can expose the guilt I feel as I yearn for the caress of his hands against my naked thighs or the shiver that runs course through my body at his unwavering gaze.
The one who hurt me and of whom I should no longer care; I play a game of bygones during the day, but beneath the anonymity of the blackest nights, when even the moon hides its face, I fall weak and wander back into the solace of his arms. My unyielding love for him exposed. I suffer to feel his breath run rivers along my neck; his lips against mine; his tongue protruding the insides of my mouth in search of the answers he so desperately needs. [...]