The Slow Burn

The one who doesn’t have the urge to wander is someone that lies too often to them self. To not want that rush or satisfying feeling of discovering something new. A street, a town, a person, an epiphany. To deny yourself the possibility of possibility. Depressingly wandering the same roads trying to find something new, […]

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I sat there watching the band play. Another three piece playing about women and politics. They’re pretty good, I like them. As i watched them in another shitty Michigan basement with a single flood light as a mood setting back light, I knew I would die that night.
It didn’t frighten or surprise me. I didn’t […]

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It covers all. A cold white blanket of winter covers all. All of our sins are covered and hidden by it. Though it is not a complete erasing of the dirt. The outlines are visible, reminding us that when it’s gone we must once again deal with our travesties. We love to pretend it doesn’t […]

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