"You may walk many a back road, kicking stones as you go, turning around small thoughts in your head, but someday you must cross the fence and stride into the field for only there will you find big ideas and boulders to turn."
— Self
tom, 26, viciously alive and curious.
Ask me anything
February 9, 2013
February 5, 2012
This mornings coffee, last nights beer, last nights writing, eighteen hour old memories.
January 7, 2012
There are three or four popular Fitzgerald quotes in this one letter. It is fantastic to read them all together in their original context.
December 10, 2011
December 10, 2011
December 7, 2011
… some parents.
Why when some people have a child do they become fucking retarded? I’ve never once looked at a baby fall asleep eating and thought, proclaimed, “Oh how funny!” “Oh how adorable!”, not fucking once. I’ve watched a baby fall asleep and pondered what it must be like to eat,shit yourself, and drool all the time. I’ve pondered the same thing watching old people fall asleep eating.
December 4, 2011
Things I write my lady when I wake up.
When fall turns to winter, color turns to grey, we are forced to look inside ourselves for happiness. As I rolled over this morning to peak outside I saw not the grey barren coat of winter but the palette of an artist at work; For while the world around me may be dust to dust I find I have life and birth and new adventures born from within. I find that my heart and eyes have never known a more colorful winter. You my dear distant or near are the radiant cardinal on a snow covered branch.
November 13, 2011
Windmill whips round.
In the yard a windmill whips round rhythmically. Inside machines hum and churn my mom complaining of a headache unable to hide that she is struggling to breath while my dad chin in hand watches silently brushing his still thick hair back with an accepting and humble sigh.
November 9, 2011
"The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity."
— Walt Whitman
October 18, 2011
"Like a bird we can train ourselves to endure long hard winters. Like a tree in the wind we grow resilient and strong. Yet a bird knows what we struggle to; what a tree is unable to do; why endure when warm air and clear skies await only a short flight away? Never endure for any reason that which you would not inflict upon yourself. Blue skies are always ahead if we are willing. We have only to jump and take flight."
— Self
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