“What if you could slowly convert yourself into energy? Just enough let‚Äôs say, to power your television. Well, it would work. The thing would glow…
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I question the intent of songs with lyrics like, “I've got to get away / how about Chicago / I could be there in a…
"like when we make out in the park without our shirts on only it's not the park it's someone's yard"
Some nights I feel like I've accidentally tumbled from my real life into the land of hipsters and Pabst Blue Ribbon tallboys (metaphoric on the…
All art, some would say, is a form of masturbation. That theme has unintentionally arisen in some of my projects (my loner series was meant…
Four years.
Chris was a strange fellow. Nice enough, a little shy. He should have realized his obsessive love for Jon would never come to fruition. In…
All the lights in my home are flickering. I awoke to the sound of a loud pop and toasted plastic. Jill and I are two…
My microwave says this is the end.
The only difference between today and last week are a few thousand confused looking 18 year olds. If the tables set up for lost freshmen…