So I got bored during all this time of rain and just started ranting to my computer mic. Musical sounds behind are Minor Threat songs.

What Punk Rock Means To Me.

 i had one of those lucid dreams again that i found myself tugging along the late hours of the morning.  it was raining, like real life, and the water droplets that hit the oversized puddle by the shed sparkled like firecrackers, glowing with reds and blues and golds. somehow the rope would get loose and the dream would take the form of things i purposely don’t think about, like losing him and wanting to reconnect with them. i saw a flickering of a lighter and the plume of smoke and my heart ached for something i hated. in him and in me. and i stirred... and i’m left thinking about the fragmented remainders of what the dream wanted but i regain a hold of that rope and pull pull pull the damn thing until the slack is gone.

What the end of the year taught me about living deliberately.

      So many moments of intimate conversation. The coffee shop had its distinctive smell. We sat at the usual table. Every night was the same. Sitting around with Ahmed and Justine and a rotating cast of people we know. I'd get back each night late, having a final the next day. Sometimes I just wanted free time after going all day, others I thought studying was in order. At the end of the year though all I wanted to do was to talk.

2011-Philosophy Picnic Full Album

Despite a 9-4 faculty lead going into the last inning, the students came back for a 12-9 victory.