December 2011
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tyleroakley: Perfect.
Dec 13th
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a jo jo jo jo
imfamousontumblr: what do you even do at a nightclub? like is there wifi?
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February 2011
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August 2010
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Completely Embarrassed
I was looking in my old email account for a friend’s address, and I started rereading emails I’d sent. One in particular titled “Seriously, you swedish ass” caught my attention.  It was awkward. Completely overblown, very angsty, very I’m-trying-to-make-light-of-the-fact-that-I’m-really-unhappy. And it didn’t work at all. Not even in the slightest.  I...
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July 2010
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June 2010
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Jun 23rd
LDS Momentarily
After weeks of enjoying the peace of the church, one of the more hostile mormons asked me to pray to god and ask if the mormon church was the true church. And I thought, whatever. Couldn’t hurt. By this time, my usual disdain for all religion had softened. I was completely in love with the ceremony of the church. The water and the bread and the songs and the quiet verisimilitude. I had gone...
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May 2010
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My Favorite Podcasts
Use: For the most boring work. APM: The News from Lakewoebegone The Writer’s Almanac The Moth Podcast New Yorker: Fiction NPR: Intelligence Squared NPR: Wait wait don’t tell me! The Poetry Magazine Podcast PRI: Selected Shorts Podcasts Quirks and Quarks Savage Love Podcast This American Life Vinyl Cafe Stories Wiretap WNYC’s Radiolab
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April 2010
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March 2010
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Jesus
It is breezy and cool and April. The sun is going down over the chemical plants. The sky is pink and orange. My grandfather has urged me to close the window soon. It’s going to be a cool night.  If Jesus were here, I don’t think many people would like him. I like to think that I would like him, but that is not likely. I would think he is crazy and that the miracles he performs, some...
Mar 29th
How to Have the Perfect Birthday
Section One 1. Buy some delicious sausages from a fancy market. They make their sausage fresh everyday and have like a million different kinds. Choose spicy italian all beef. 2. Pick up some corn tortillas. Specifically, white corn. 3. Shiner beer and hard apple cider. 4. Real mesquite charcoal. Like the shit that used to be a tree, and then they burned it and covered it in Texas soil to let...
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February 2010
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December 2009
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Dec 17th
In New Mexico
They were up high She had asked her father to bring her here To this place in the mountains Such a cool, wet place She loved how the mountains seemed to kiss the desert just on the other side. They had left Texas A hot, humid Texas with temperatures above 100 degrees and escaped into the mountains. It was a trip he had taken before with her mother after she had tried to kill herself and when she...
Dec 14th
October 2009
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GAD
My bones buzz. hours and hours It’s not okay. Death is coming. His feet vibrate. Expectation of Death. a visitor unannounced Safety is emptiness. only me here a small window where nothing is Death is crowded. Death is cluttered.
Oct 15th
September 2009
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ListenNeutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers...
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Blood Roses
She had a long trail of blood behind her - some if it caked and cracked like urine on the toilet. Anyone who looked at where she had been could see it. All around the city she left her mark, like a dog in heat. All the world knew except one. She. She frequently looked behind, memorializing her footsteps in rosy glances. The blood to her was a garden—she never felt the wounds. She kept...
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