Kasey unseats God By Pointing Out The Tastiness of...
Beware. This is written in a fifteen minutes run. Spelling errors and redundancy abound. Fix it later. Many times have I heard the question posed, “If chocolate is so bad for you, why does it taste so good?” people ask, laughing. ”it just doesn’t make any sense!” Well as with most questions, there are multiple explanations as to why this cruel paradox is in play, but for the purpose of this...
—-Have you ever experienced true love? Oh, every chance I get. —- —- ~Cobweb-stock
I suck in air, breathing deep and feeling icicles form in my lungs and throat. I hold, letting them chill me. Letting them bleed into my warmth, frost thorns forming from the inside. I hold. Feeling myself, steeling myself, sitting quietly as I taste for numbness in the tips of my fingers. Shake as the ice coarses my veins, crusting through every red-blue blood highway under skin. I give...
MS Word to Tumblr formats weird but fuck the...
Want something. You have to want something. I promise you this much. We’re not humans. We’re not civilized. We’re not people. We’re monkeys, very clever monkeys that figured out how to build society with its interconnected relationships, and super-markets for food, and it’s inedible money as a stand in for the things that keep us alive. We built it, but harbor no doubts, -we weren’t made...
Hey so I was just thinking that maybe if you weren’t like… doing anything this weekend maybe you’d like to come get coffee with me and this elephant I just brought into the room here? —- Photo by *alfred-georg Deviantart
It’s in me. A sick need, burning like a thirst in the darker corners of my soul. The need to undress people. Not their clothes, but their minds. To unfold them, Layer by layer. To watch them open like a long awaited flower blossoming to the sun. That’s my hunger. To open people. To find them at...
A Tangenital Rant on Why I Hate Twilight
I hate Twilight for a lot of reasons but I think it does a brilliant job of highlighting one idea that I think is deeply held by a lot of people and entirely harmful. With its whole “beautiful vampire loves stupid girl,” shtick it plants the idea that despite how flawed we are as people, someone out there is owed to us. Granted, Bella isn’t supposed to be a...
And that night, you fell into one of your feather quiet silences, turning your eyes up and sifting your gaze across a raw black and milk smeared sky like fingers being drawn through sand.. And when you came back, for a moment I was nothing but eyes, lost in the space between your lips, but I found my ears in time to hear the words the trouble is that people only know how to love the way...
A lot of people turn to food and let themselves go when they get depressed,...
Enough angry gay marriage discussion. Instead I propose a humorous list of the reasons why the world desperately needs gay marriage. I’ll lead on: 1. The panther, the polar bear, and the African white rhino are becoming increasingly rare as their habitats are being destroyed by an ever swelling human population. Same-sex couples make no babies. Gay love for endangered species! 2. Human...
…thus ego does make assholes of us all.
Make your night sexier. Play these two TOGETHER. (As in, at the same time) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPodpYu_Ruo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh0cr2PF_5s&playnext=1&list=PLC31F666996E961A3&feature=results_main You’re welcome.
This is Kasey Gay reporting live from Front Campus. Bringing you the actiony-est action news and his personal observations on the student body as it staggers downtown on a Friday night. Stay Tuned: (No seriously. I’m only gonna edit this post, so check back if you want in.) 1. (Thought) Girls, why is it that you go shivering your asses downtown in skirts and sheer tops without a coat...
Whoever came up with the idea for the single-day gas boycott (you know, the one...
To The Duchess, Born in Exile
Hold (Ignore Me. I’m a place holder for an incoming poem. Nothing like a stain on the pages to force the writer back to this spot)
Man do I feel silly. All these years and I never realized that all bathroom...–
I had three Milledgville bums all try their A-Game on me today but my favorite was by far the last one. He was a swaggering mid-twenties guy with a matching hat and jersey. He opened by shaking my hand, ran a solid “just need a few dollars for gas” routine, built rapport through telling me about his life, and almost landed the whole spiel clean when he slipped himself up by opting...
A Rare Politco Rant or: How Everyone is So Much...
I don’t mind the “jedi mind-meld” slip by Obama for the same reason I don’t shop comic books stores for presidential candidates. Consider though: People are laughing at the president over his lack of nerd fluency, completely oblivious to what it is they’re trying to achieve. As a set point, the president is smarter than me, you, or probably anyone you know on a...
Will we sit idly by and let the government deprive us of the best tools we have...
Wondering if anyone in Russia had the presence of mind to wish on their very...
I lift the pen ever so delicately. Turning it, -end over end- like some object of fascination. I hold it, bewitched by its iridescent surfaces and watching the way the corners sing when the angels catch the light. The house was empty when I came home. She’d warned me, never with her words, but with the growing sadness in her eyes and in her tone. She’d been telling me for months...
The trick,” he said. “to balanced existence is not to extinguish...
I’ll be in Terrell most of the night. …I mean -the campus...
Last night I had a dream about life on Mars. That I awoke to the far side of the red planet, where pockmarked deserts cupped pools of water that mirrored dark beneath stars that swung like vertigo in a stripped black sky. Meteors screamed an ever-night sky like distant trains and their grieving sounds, and I thought to myself that I could keep you here… That I...
Sometimes I just sit there and wonder how many things I’d have to throw to...– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
To live is for the heart to be in a perpetual state of bleeding.– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
For me, writing poetry is never glorious. The words won’t be summoned, only stumbled over. Every verse another hour wandering in the dark, hoping I’ll eventually stub a toe.
Writer’s block is a condition with its origins in the liver. Medicate...– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
How It Ends
It strikes me as strange sometimes that we don’t know where our ‘lasts’ are. Like what if the last time that something would ever happen to you, your phone would buzz and drop you a friendly notification. Bzzzzzzz. -The phone rattles the silverware on the table.- This is the last time you’ll ever eat at this restaurant. Suddenly, this forgettable little...
Lucifer: A Love Story
“I’ll be there, come hell or high water.” I never did fully understand that one. Perhaps I’m just lucky, but not once in twenty-four years has hell or high water ever gotten in the way of me accomplishing something I seriously intended to accomplish. Sex and high speed internet access is different story entirely. At current moment, it’s the second one that’s holding me up. 8 tips...
Song of the Lost
The heavy metal doors of the school slammed shut. Their parts were designed to slow the swing of the door as it closed but the unmistakable -clack- of metal on metal still rang out as the doors clicked home again. It was shortly after eight on a monday morning and students were flooding in through the school atrium. An influx of students all piling through the entrance and whenever...
Nothing leaves me feeling quite as shitty as misspelling a word, then clicking...– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
40% of all murders go unsolved in the United States… At risk of...– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
Mikey was a 4th grader with an ill disposition and dark, sullen eyes that went well with the sneer his mouth tented to relax into between registering other emotions. At Gloria Morgan elementary, where he attended school, he was well liked, or at least well feared by his classmates and whenever he spoke out of turn in class (which was often) to offer up some thought or ill mannered...
At First Sight
Eric lay on the kitchen floor, thinking of the girl he’d seen crossing the campus quad that morning. He’d almost missed her. A second later and she’d have never been more than a silhouette that had slipped by the corner of his eyes, but something had spoke to him, caught his attention and he’d turned to find her, lighting up his attention like a spotlight that...
I’m pretty sure it was in May, but the way it feels in retrospect, that afternoon happened on the last summer day of my life. I was twenty three and on the cusp of graduation the day we finally met. Finals were a day behind me and I was walking the campus, quietly trying to soak it all in, hoping to fix it all in memory the way we only ever give ourselves time to do as we feel a page...
I have a paralyzing fear of unexpected persons buying me gifts which I’m...– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
So, I’ve been studying up extensively on gun control in the U.S. and the...– www.everybodyelseisrobots.tumblr.com
For You - For Waiting
I told you about it the first time we ever met in person. The time I wrote something for her. Sweat and soul, forty cumulative hours I poured into that story for her. And when it was finished, I hand wrote one finished copy, burned my drafts and deleted every file tied to it on my computer. One copy. No second reader. In its purest form, this one would be hers. Looking back, the story...
Fragments of the Void: Winning →
fragmentedmuse: You are opaque in a world of glass, my love. So solid against the wisps of smoke that surround you, the people I can see through, the people that I can enter and exit without thought. And you think I understand you. Ha. I see glimpses of you through a wall of nonchalance and charm. But daily I set…
How does it make you feel to realize that no matter how deeply you could ever...
Confession time: I’d always smile when I watched ‘Plinko’ on...