December 2011
118 posts
November 2011
68 posts
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Machu Picchu
Sped up to the point of stillness, faster than imaginable. So swift the whole of everything stands completely in reverse. One minute you’re running, tearing through the trees, outside yourself, swallowed up in the haze of spinning scenery. Rushing past the pain of pounding limbs, can’t differentiate extremities from the pulsing liveliness of the ground crushed beneath you. Consumed...
Skyrim. Skyrim. Skyrim.
I feel like such a creep. Derp on my facebook posted a fantastic picture of an obese pug dressed as a lobster. I left a comment: Where my chedda biscuits at?
They didn’t get it. And I haven’t talked to them in at least a million years.
All night desperate essay editing? Play Whitney Houston for three hours and feel super jazzed about class antagonisms.
