“Within the following paragraphs, I will proffer a resolution to the ever-topical, and sublimely-fashionable debate that is, the Ottawa protests. It is in this bookman’s humble opinion that the endless skirmish surrounding this most noble of subjects, has fallen prey … Continue reading Thoughtful Meditations on the Ottawa Protests
Korean barbecue is a peculiar and interesting dining experience, boasting a laborious set of customs and practices that make it a pleasant farcry from just about every other restaurant variety a casual consumer could hope to step foot in. In just … Continue reading Tales of Korean Barbecue
Oh Dickinson, do guide my pen Across the paper coarse, I’ll join your fame in time my friend By running natures course. I’ll scrawl the words inside my head I’ll shout and say it hoarse, They’ll rumble like the … Continue reading An Ode to Dickinson
You’ve done it. You’ve reached a life milestone you never imagined you could. You braved the storm of life for so long you forgot what blue skies look like, and you emerged on the other side to see a sunrise … Continue reading The Citadel of You
“My good man, have you got a light back there? I seem to have left my spark in another jacket.” “Course fella.” “Also, my lady here has a hankering for something sweet, got anything on your menu that fits that … Continue reading Nighthawks Dialogue
Catch yourself in the middle of one of those analytical moods, where you delve a little bit too deeply into everything you typically wouldn’t. Where nothing is concrete, and all of existence is in flux. You feel aimless, uncertain of … Continue reading Walmart Doesn’t Exist
I’ll often romanticize about the times of old, where libertines would adjoin in sanctified bouts of passion with other societal rejects. They reveled in their isolation, two spellbound deviants so infatuated with the presence of one another that it was … Continue reading Runaways Are Dying
Muddling through the levels of purgatory is, in my present mind, a more painful experience than meddling in the pits of hell. At the very least, hell attaches purpose to your existence through your imperative to resist and endure torment. … Continue reading Summertime Purgatory
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