September 2010
15 posts
something to be said for home.
when i called my mother, to tell her what happened, that you were in the hospital again. she knew already.
that sound you hear is the knot of a family tightening in moments of dire need.
you dont read my blog. but i love you. and were are all, every one of us, with you.
Dear New York State Senator Hiram Monserrate
Dear Shining lion of Albany
Dear thick-belted octopus
Pork-belly palms wobbled at your pulpit
As you proclaimed before the collected knighthood
That you would oppose a bill to certify same-sex marriages
For you so wished to defend the ‘sanctity of marriage’
I wonder what your right hand thought as it hung above you
Your voting axe
Did it consider the...
Open letter from the trapped Chilean miners to the authorities above
YO!
WHAT THE FUCK
FOUR MONTHS?
Is that a real estimation of how long it will take to dig us the fuck outta here?
It sure didn’t take four months to get us down this muthafucka
Youre telling me we can land robots on mars,
But it takes four goddamn months to dig a whole
My Iphone still works down here. You realize that?
They said...
To The Men Who Robbed My Mother’s House
You had to know they wouldn’t be home.
I don’t believe you were impulsive, gentlemen
And while im grateful you were sure to leave
Before being able to bloody my mothers forehead.
It somehow feels worse
To imagine you
Checking your wristwatch every morning
When my sister left for work
To imagine you making a mental note
Of how many steps it took my...
intangible slam. season 2. episode 1.
pretty crap turnout, but you cant ignore the fact that a fucking tornado hit the city yesterday. im most excited to finaly see the rest of the city’s slammers begin trickling in now that they know the Intangible Slam is NPS-bound. Big thanks to Rico Frederick and Jaime Martin for coming to support and slam. Amazing material. Rico has always been a beast, but ive been super impressed by Jaime...
Omni: I have already bought your tickets to this... →
oh for the love of god.
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The Pot - MJK
Who are you to wave your finger? Ya’ must have been out your head. Eye hole deep in muddy waters. You practically raised the dead. Rob the grave, to snow the cradle. Then burn the evidence down. Soapbox, house of cards, and glass, So don’t go tossin’ your stones around. You must have been high. You must have been high. You must have been. Foot in mouth, and head up asshole....
freedom
yeah….
christopher.
you must.
