Hey Gang, It has been an insanely long amount of time since I posted. A lot has happened in my personal life and professional. I graduated, you may now officially call me Master Chris, and I got a job. Here is the thing that I have learned in a relatively short amount of time. Lesson:... Continue Reading →
Campfire Tales Part 2: Creepy-Crawlies and The Scream That Ended The Trip
This was the first time I had ever camped, except in my ninja turtle tent in my bedroom floor as a tot. I feel like that doesn’t count. I know one thing, the dark is pretty terrifying. Let me clarify, what is in the dark, or the possibility thereof, is terrifying. I use this preface... Continue Reading →
Campfire Tales Part 1: Chris, Ben and the Infinite Boredom
“What if this is how we die?” I remember joking but not.
A Brief History of Time
Time is relative.
The Inoculation
Look yourself up in the dictionary. Define yourself and delete it. You are no longer what you were; you are the absence of what you were. So, call me Absence.
The Ass In The Field
Hey Gang! I was driving home and listening to music at an unreasonably high volume this weekend. I saw multiple things around me that caught my attention: I saw a woman picking her nose, a flock of geese narrowly miss a semi, and the poor mangled body of an old deer. I saw these things... Continue Reading →
I’ll Bet
Hey Gang! I was walking home not too long ago and I couldn’t help but be incredibly frustrated. I had multiple papers due in a few weeks, my house was in disarray thanks to my rambunctious puppy and I had little time to do anything but attend work, class, and sleep. I was spent. I... Continue Reading →
The Fabulous Damned (Part 2)
We are all high. I think there is a truth about myself and about some others. I would like to think, to some degree, that this is true about everyone. I believe we all want to be natural disasters. We want to be seen as beautiful and ethereal and monstrous at the same time. Ladies,... Continue Reading →
The Fabulous Damned (Part 1)
Hey Gang, My chrysalis breaks as I emerge from a mental, artistic, and physical slumber. I awake to my own ruin. I have taken a step back from this person I have been over the past few months. I have been on auto pilot. I moved through life and never lived for the longest time.... Continue Reading →
The Desiderata Part IV: The Inmate
It’s funny in a way, if you think about it. I was imprisoned by my own body. Walk on the street and all around you are prisoners.