I'm just a human in a room. An ape in a pantsuit. And yet I know there's one layer out within this onion I am with rising certainty not the center of but maybe fractal wheels and leaflet shills that hawk

Clouds cover up the cosmos And the vibrant green of Leaves beam With a clever kind of height Man seldom gets to see from Behind foggy cataracts. Nymphs appear to me And expose my conception Of anthropology,

I used to be a rainbow Now I'm a stormcloud Dropping daggers A mile wide And just as far apart Hilt up And shorn like teeth. I used to feel like me Now I wear skin That cannot breathe; falling In and out

let us entwine our tendrils and creep towards the everlasting golden nourishment that spurs us onward, pulling in opposite directions like acrobatic steel sharpening steel turned counter-weight. tension

Sweaty hunk of molecules that loathe being held together but loathe being torn apart, just accept an answer! Stop seeking depths of wisdom's heart. Blind oracle: breather of swirling miasma, synthetic

I see everything from this height. I'm over all less high but I still fly, apparently with hawks that cough up ripe guffaws and squawk at my presence and prying eyes. I can engage camel mode as if I had

If you ask me, women should Stand atop the glass ceiling. High heels, short skirts; The view from beneath Would be marvelous! My bloodwork is strong; A cocktail of metabolites And nicotine. If I were a

Where sleeping giants lay you'll catch me dropping weights on toes these shackles, shaped like adjustable dumbbells, find their way from highest clouds and pierce the heavens like a toothpick shaving off

In this post, I will posit a few guesses as to what may be actually going on in a lofty, macroscopic, philosophical sense. I'll also be explaining a bit about the path I'm on and what it's like to write

Hey there little guy, you're obstructing my view of the entire world ahead and behind. From this angle it's kind of hard to tell - are your legs curving out or in, as if you were playing dead. As if I

Interested in game development or making something with Pixi? Love Angular 2 like me? Well, hopefully I'm about to save you a bunch of time. I wanted to contribute something to the opensource web dev

Rather than chase floating butterflies I'll run from stinging bees. I want and love you, but I can barely even move or sleep because of this aching in my core everytime I imagine you kissing someone else,

Inside of tomes there are keys that open doors that have no hinges - portals to the other realm that remains unseen. My God, these thieves have got the best of my humanity so I will unfurl my bat-like

Haha. I screampt in your face. I am the bug. You didn't smote me. That's okay. I am the bug. I'm drunk and in love.That's okay? Fucking kill me. I beg of you and you don't reply. Are you a lie? Am I just

The gavel swings with might and industrious density forging profit from the iron shavings, likely harvested from the drooping boughs of an uneven hierarchy. Wood striking metal striking hearts of gold,

This organ in my body that may or may not be made of ink, that swirls and protrudes in fear when near joy. Maybe it shoots out octapi that squirm and climb ceilings paved with glass in an attempt to get

I wanted to write about drugs. I decided this was a necessary preface. Experience (n.): a particular instance of personally encountering or undergoing something source: I've had a lot of experiences. Not

The article below from CNBC seems to be making it seem like BTC really took a nose dive after the fork. Can someone explain to me if this is just bias or if this may be part of an agenda? Is this just

I am a nondescript citizen of a country. I don't have any concrete opinions on my country, but I am disgruntled. Why am I disgruntled? Because I'm a slave. You're a slave. Slavery is legal and promoted

With horns for mouths like trumpets boasting of His glory the swirling tundra of life and sound and lights abound to sing praises to the all encompassing djinn that orchestrates, with majesty, the symphony