I feel like I need to make a note about racism and responsibility that’s too long for a Facebook status update or a bunch of tweets.
“Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing energy from the idea themselves.
So tonight I’m going to Detroit to buy tickets for the Powerball.
The longshot at winning the lottery is extravagant, but that doesn’t stop an active imagination from going crazy.
Ah yes, the new year!
By now you’ve seen countless examples of “New Year, New You!” followed by “I think New Year, New You is bullshit and this is why!” posts, so I’ll try my best
Anne Thériault was discussing on Twitter today radical post-masculinity (RPM, not to be confused with the awesome Sugar Ray song that didn’t get enough play) and it was something w
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
The first time I went to The Loop in Windsor, Ontario, Canada was in 2006.
I rarely have nightmares.
Since last week, I haven’t slept without having one.
It is starting to become a part of my routine.
Somewhere hidden in the dark recesses of the deep web are thousands upon thousands of words strewn across Livejournals, website blogs, Myspace blogs and more from myself complainin
I once lived a life I barely remember.
That’s a lie.
I once lived a life I remember quite a bit about, but it doesn’t feel like I actually lived it.
Winter feels like an excuse.
Every winter my motivation hits rock bottom and the days become a sordid haze of repetition. I get stuck in a funk I can’t really break.