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I would gladly submit to horrible extraterrestrial genetic experiments to disrupt the banality of...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:02:07 -0400

I would gladly submit to horrible extraterrestrial genetic experiments to disrupt the banality of the Lehigh Valley.

Nisky Hill

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 16:00:30 -0400

In my father’s tie
I stand, while the
pastor perspires
at ninety five
degrees
fahrenheit.

By the gates, a fox
carries something
in her jaws.
Feathers fall.
And I remember that
an object a rest tends
to stay.

A fifteen minute funeral
followed by lunch.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Sun, 12 May 2013 18:13:57 -0400

Happy Mother’s Day.

Are you in a band and if not would you be interested in starting one (melodic hardcore/indie pop punk)? I'm a guitarist and my friend's a bassist, we live in South Philly.

Sat, 11 May 2013 19:56:39 -0400

I’m not currently in a band. My last band is on indefinite break because of logistics. But that kind of music sounds fun and I’d give it a try. But why anon?

How are you? And I'm asking for an actual answer, not just as a pleasantry.

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:39:53 -0400

In short; I’m doing well. If you’re actually interested in how I’m doing beyond that message me off Anon and we’ll talk.

I wish you wouldn't smoke.

Mon, 06 May 2013 10:05:28 -0400

I agree, I wish i wouldn’t smoke either. I am going to make a serious effort to quit cold turkey this summer. If that fails I will turn to patches and gums after I graduate in the fall. I’ve just heard horror stories about quitting aids so i’ve been reluctant.

Performance Art

Sat, 04 May 2013 16:43:05 -0400

Performance Art :

A Flash Fiction piece I wrote that will be appearing in the 2013 issue of Hyphen, Temple University’s Undergrad literary magazine.

Well I could definitely use some encouragement today.

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 17:48:06 -0400

Well I could definitely use some encouragement today.

Have you made any new friends yet?

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 09:34:48 -0400

Still working on it. Wanna be my friend?

I need to make some new friends.

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:08:11 -0400

I need to make some new friends.

Cobbs Creek Blues

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:42:44 -0400

On 56th street, the rocky gravel between the parking lot and the sidewalk. a dead cat, it’s remains remain. Mouth open, eyes closed fur matted down. From December, January’s snow. From February, March’s rain. Too cold for flies, gnats.

persistent non-existence. Remains maintain.
I hear the eastbound train. I dig out my change.

Centralia

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:38:45 -0400

There is a part of history
in the commonwealth
long forgotten
where anthracite burns
under

ground
Where smoke rises
from c r a c k s in abandoned highways
closed off to all but the determined

where
our rubber souls will
melt
and
sink
into
compressed carbon hell

if you hold my hand
hell can claim us both
I will not fear the flames.

Raised from the dirtan idea, so proud Raised like a barnlike one raises a handmechanical,...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:35:07 -0400

Raised from the dirt
an idea, so proud

Raised like a barn
like one raises a hand
mechanical, calculated
Twice measured, once cut

To sleep and smoke
to carry the rope
to swing, to never sing
from a broken throat

Raised from the dirt
twice measured, once cut
back to the dirt
so proud

Blue Eyes picks up a flattened cigarette in the parking lot. She slips it behind her ear. You follow...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:33:13 -0400

Blue Eyes picks up a flattened cigarette in the parking lot. She slips it behind her ear. You follow her through the bushes, up the hill, past the train tracks and onto the trestle. The wood creaking underfoot. You stare into her eyes and she ceases to exist. She becomes a set of optical organs wired into a moving sculpture. She is a perpetual display, a protective case for those clairvoyant orbs. Those eyes, bluer than the sky, than the Lehigh River you stand above.You swear they can discern the future and the past, you believe it with all of your being. Blue Eyes takes her clothes off and throws them in a pile, at the dry end of the bridge. You do the same. Her skin pale, relaxed, her ribs show, nothing particularly attractive. You barely notice, you’ll later say “damn, man those eyes.” She speaks to the world, the river, the sky, to the future and past she always see’s but you don’t listen. You refuse to, you hear absolutely nothing. You see her lips and throat forming words from in the corners of your vision, your eyes lost in her eyes. In those eyes you are suspended in midair, a moment from falling. You’re waiting for gravity to pull you down, for life to catch up. An image from a future, or a past; some other universe reflected in the eyes of a girl who picks cigarettes up off the ground. At the edge of the bridge with the river flowing lazily underneath, you stand. Looking down at the water, a greener blue, a lesser blue. The sun is setting and the sky is a beautiful burning orange, the day is dying. After some reluctance you step off the bridge, lightly as if half expecting to float, for a moment you are suspended. Then you fall and splash and sink into the blue-green water that quickly fades to black.

The next time you see Blue Eyes, at the punk rock show at the Art Space, she doesn’t recognize you, you don’t speak to her and the room is too dark to imagine your fate.

If anyone on here is moving to philadelphia, or knows anyone that’s moving to philadelphia,...

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 14:32:26 -0500

If anyone on here is moving to philadelphia, or knows anyone that’s moving to philadelphia, I’m trying to sublet my room in West Philly till August. It’s 225+ utilities a month. and you’d get to live with two dudes in a pretty sweet band.

I cut my hair.

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 14:36:34 -0500

I cut my hair.

Is something greater gained from my absence?

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 17:27:33 -0500

Is something greater gained from my absence?

With grinds in my teeththis weakened heart beats only with stimulantscoffee and cigarettescough...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 14:33:06 -0500

With grinds in my teeth
this weakened heart beats
only with stimulants
coffee and cigarettes
cough heave
and breath
white ash
blue smoke.

exhale
words that
hold a contempt for a feeling

disgusting discussions
make me tense.
Past or present?

I’m singing her praise
while digging my grave.

Photo

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 10:15:34 -0500

Photo

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:14:02 -0500