Nothing is Fucked Here, Dude
I don't get metaphors.
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I haven’t abandoned you tumblr, I’ve just been keeping my short thoughts (and to do lists) in this notebook made out of bamboo, using a Cross pencil my grandmother gave to me when my grandfather died.
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Link reblogged from beastly. ghastly.
TRUTH. For real.
(Source: vanityandspiders)
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I blew it man. I lost my touch.
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And just like that Mr. Keith Olbermann is gone.
I think it’s a fair assumption that most of the people I know are aware that my politics adhere more the left of the spectrum than the right, so today, we lost a good voice.
I raise my glass of scotch to you and hope you’re back, somewhere, doing something, soon.
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I unearthed a box of old Bob Dylan studio tapes from the 1960’s and this gem just jumped out at me.
“I wear this crown of candy corn
And went under the bridge
Where the Morlocks live
And I became their vagabond king
When I brought them 18 children to eat
And let say me right now
This song is completely autobiographical
Only the names have been changed to protect those involved” -
Read an article about how China was able to manage the economic crisis better with a more robust stimulus aimed at infrastructure improvements. These improvements would in turn lead to further economic development.
No shit.
When you don’t have a thing like “democracy” slowing you down, it’s easier to push that sort of thing through.
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I present, the next installment in Leaves of Grass Kiss My Ass: The Second Coming of Walt Whitman
“War in the Time of Social Media”
President George Bush
How could you lead us to war?
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It’s that time again. (WHAT TIME IS IT?!)
SCHOOL TIME! (BOOOO!)
Yes, you had read that correctly. I have started yet another glorious semester of college and this time I aim to thoroughly thump my scholastic endeavors. If I am not my usual chipper self then you will of course understand why.
I thought my schedule was bad last semester, going to school Monday-Thursday until 8:20 PM after working from 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM. No. No I pine for those days. You see, my schedule now is: Work Monday-Friday 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM. Tuesdays and Thursdays I have two classes from 7:00 PM-9:50 PM, and one class Monday and Wednesday from 8:30 PM-9:50 PM. You are by now aware that Mondays and Wednesdays I have a break from work and school. A two and a half-hour break actually, however, I get to use that precious time studying for my classes and/or doing homework.
Though I suppose I should not complain. After the end of this semester I will be that much closer to obtaining my degree. And hopefully then I will get my law degree* from Havard**.
Can you believe it? Me. A Harvard boy.
*probably not
**definitely not
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I’m just fucking around there’s no drama here. Lunch today consists of a turkey sandwich and an orange picked from some lady’s yard in Florida.
This orange looks haggard. It has character. It’s got a few bruises and scuff marks, not like all those oranges at the grocery store who probably sucked someone’s dick to get the primo location they currently occupy before a soccer mom buys them and gives them to her kids. (Madison and Harper)
This orange traveled in someone’s suitcase via an airplane to sit on my desk. Eventually it will end up in my stomach, but the final destination for this orange is a shitter. Of course I won’t say MY shitter as I’m not naive enough to think I have mastered my digestive process. It could be my employer’s, my school’s or even a shitter I have never seen before. But, this orange is destined to meet a toilet sometime in its immediate future.
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I wrote another poem in 2005. It’s a haiku. Well, haiku-ish. Second poem from “Leaves of Grass: Kiss My Ass the Second Coming of Walt Whitman”
Jake Gyllenhall is
Gay Cowboy personified
his love? Powerful.
