Put me in a matrix multiplied by the objects of life
2 bitten pencils, no eraser, sign of strife
Trainwreck identity, not a housewife
Dishwasher suds, no spoons, I eat off a knife Continue reading
-a guest post by D-
I hate the city. It’s loud, rude, and filled with foul air and bright lights where they aren’t necessary. And today, I spent an entire day in Manhattan, which was a living nightmare for a cranky guy like me. Continue reading
It’s crowded and the blaring blue neon lights are giving everyone an underground sheen. I’m stumbling around trying to find my friends and my thoughts. Continue reading
Sabina at Victim to Charm loves spicy food, and I don’t. Two opinions collided…
A warm tingling filling my mouth. My nose running so hard that I wonder if it’ll ever stop. Maybe even a lone tear.
For some, this sounds like torture. Why would you ever voluntarily subject yourself to a burning tongue?
Because it’s delicious. Continue reading
10) Freshly cracked black pepper.
Pre ground black pepper isn’t as satisfying, it has less of a “kick” and you have to add a lot more. Plus, there’s nothing like the cathartic crackling sounds of grinding pepper. Continue reading
a guest post I wrote for 100 Ways to Write
Because everything hurts. Your arms hurt, your head hurts, your throat hurts, even your eyelids hurt. Every movement is an aching reminder that your body is losing a battle to something so small it’s invisible to the eye, though you can feel it invading every limb. Continue reading
So this is a recent article that my Italian friend introduced to me. It is a PSA, and I encourage you to watch the whole thing: