a drink called 'binge',

winter really makes me feel like a creep, eyes on the prize, a chance to realize, writing poems and standing in the middle of a mess of papers and feeling like it’s no different than standing with your feet in melting snow, 

wow, so poetic, so-po e-tic,

i stood here and stared down the traffic line and realized at some point, it disappears-

thank you, brunelleschi- this world would be so difficult to understand without you,

just kidding, things are still hard to understand- 

perspective is a difficult thing in general,

my daily feelings of hope in this terrible-terrible-sometimes-not-bad world comes from making things,

and sometimes destroying it, thank god for f-arts,

when i can find room for it,

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q: what are you into these days?

a: OH, WELL, EVERYTHING AND NOTHING, AND I LIKE IT THAT WAY—-++++

c’mon guys, letsugo SPRING!