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Academic Decommitment

I had been with XXX for almost three years. As far as I knew, I had no enemies in this business. I came from a good home, I guess. Dad was always busy with work, and Mom had her own life. It was just my sister and me, and eventually, just me and my cat. I was in the middle of a deep-cover assignment—my second one when it happened. She didn’t have to die. She shouldn’t have been there. They found her and they took her and they robbed her of her life. I saw her future drain from her…

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The Armchair Angler, or How I Made My Own Planner Cover

I've gone through a handful of A5 planners and notebooks over the last few months, trying to find something suitable to help me run my life. I could show you the receipts of how many I've tried! In fact, you may have seen one version of it on my Instagram. The problem is, I have a LOT of things that I need on paper, and with me at all times. I've minimized my use of digital notetaking to the bare minimum. The thing I noticed while voraciously researching options is that planner creators assume you only need 100 pages or…

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Butterfly at the California Academy of Sciences

Butterfly (For John Blue)

I've been in a funk lately. Really, extremely asocial. Hating that I am alive and hating the world. I know, is the sky blue or what? I'm always mad at the world for one thing or another. Today is my Friday. My first real Friday in FOREVER. I got paid today. And an early out. I will cry when I see my paycheck next pay period, but I'll take it. I just want to curl up and die. After stopping to get some food for dinner, I pull up at the stoplight that gets me back to my house where…

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The Song in My Head

If there’s one thing I am proud to share with my fellow Americans, it’s the automobile. No place else in the world loves their cars as much as we do. Mind you, not all Americans feel this way. But I do and I don’t give a shit about those who do not share my sentiment. Another American mentality. I bought my car when I was still feeling good about my job at the unnamed home improvement palace. It’s perfect for me: a brand-new, four-door Nissan Altima. White. No aftermarket parts ‘cause I can’t afford them. My favorite thing to do…

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Computer Love: The Ups and Downs of Online Dating

The Internet as we know it today was born on September 2nd, 1959 in a lab at the University of California, Los Angeles. The proliferation of personal computers that connected to the Internet became  commonplace in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Being connected to the World Wide Web allowed people to come together, regardless of their geographic location. One of the more notable niches to come out of the propagation of the Internet is online dating. The casual environment of a dating website allows users the leeway to control their love lives. Online dating is not for everyone. The…

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Requiem for a Fallout Shelter: The Poetry Anthology

Closed In I chose this space. I chose this time. I chose this movement. I chose this shape. I prefer the solitude. But do I deserve it? Lost Youth He Left Me. All Alone.to Fend for Myself.Do you know how that Feels?In Confusion, I kept My lips sealed.And the world turns. How I Learned to Love the Bomb Rumours & hearsay. The story that never dies. Almonds and applesauce. The smells that never lie. Faith in death. Faith in life. Faith in humanity. It's all the same. overwhelmed. I share the same air as she. I sit in the same…

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My dog Simba in 2012

Blurred

For Simba Like back in the day, all these emotions make me numb Time has lost all sense of propriety Food tastes like the ghost of a cloud I miss you, and I don't know what to do Everything is blurred, crumpled foil Tossed into the bin like yesterday's news I can't resist looking out the window Hoping to see you there I wish I had more time, to hold you close, to cry My memory of you is mucked up No matter how hard I try Not sure how to move on Other than pretend to smile Fake it…

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My photograph of the Bellagio Fountains

Home

Home is where the fences are cinder blocks, radiating heat well into the night. Home is where the shit on the street is from ornamental plums, and not migrating ducks and geese. Home is knowing where the garlic salt is in the kitchen. Home is where your dog is. Home is waking up to the sun everyday, ten months out of the year. Home is walking out to your car, covered in a thin coat of dust. Home is moving your joints, and not hearing them crack, because humidity. Every day is a new day. I have been craving this…

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To be young again!

To be young again! To jump on cracks, breaking Mama's back To run from the shadows of a cloud on a spring day To skip to my Lou, fall down from a ring of roses Hopscotch, and jump-rope, and down down baby To be Enlightened by curiosity To examine the world through science, reason To believe in God unrepentantly To beg someone to kiss the boo-boo to make it better To imagine the floor is lava To defend to the death the notion that rain on a sunny day is the Devil's wife weeping To bathe in water and imagine…

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