Who wrote your dictionary? Full post

Y'all haven't watched enough Jurassic Park, and it shows. What did we learn? Can man control life? Can man play god? What happens when man plays god? If we make a quick swap between dinos and viruses, I'm feeling like my weird low-key obsession with Michael Crichton and Jeff Goldblum is coming in pretty damn... Continue Reading →

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-the mind often feels like an overplayed cassette tape. A mix that’s been rewound and replayed so many times, the sides have bled through and the music has become warbled and confusing. Side A and Side B, like past and future, bleed together in a cacophony of nonsense. -how can time simultaneously be a man... Continue Reading →

A convo with ____

-perception is just like a Snapchat filter of reality. It interpets everything and goes unquestioned. imagine how many moments of any day are colored by the lens of perception. How many thoughts or feelings are nothing more than seeing a dancing hot dog that’s not even there? -anything taken seriously can no longer be fun.... Continue Reading →

…? ;_;

Life is a series of periods - ellipses and endings Feel so caught in a state where I perpetually wait hoping what once was a declarative becomes inquisitive an affirmative negation blossoms to supplication where once was the end, a comma ammeds A semi colon addendum, a sentient heart uniting this sentence of grammatical farce

My friend, Lyght, is missing. Please help

TJ is an incredible person and artist. His real name is Terence, he performs under the name Lyght / Project Lyght on Spotify, YouTube, Reverbnation, SoundCloud, etc. He’s been missing for 2 weeks. The last thing he said on Facebook was that he was sick. He hasn’t been heard from since. His roommate has filed... Continue Reading →

The Joy of Unbecoming

When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last   Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask   The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →

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