Flying, sipping brandy out of a cup, 5 in the morning. Leaning back in our blankets, in our seats, reclining. We raise our hands to the displays and tap the screens and look as dull and robotic as the figures on the pre-flight safety video, dummies reaching out for masks, Tap Here, lean back. 576 more words
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This is a sketch for a Zentangle Inspired Art(ZIA) piece that I’m working on, but it kind of makes an interesting landscape on its own. I am almost done with the piece and I will include some kind of copy of it in my journal in the next week. 200 more words
Recently, I have been obsessed with the Jack Kerouac quote featured in Jason Silva’s Nonconformity and the Creative Life:
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the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
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In the middle of one of those conversations where we natter about whatever bits of media we arbitrarily liked, my brother contradicted my reading of… 2,757 more words
I’m coming to a realization that I really have no clue what I want in a relationship. There are the obvious choices: physical attractiveness, sexiness, chemistry, intelligence, emotional support, and of course financial stability. 385 more words