Author Archives: littlexwing

The afternoon sun rests lightly over the fog that surrounds us as we sit on a wooden bench. Only a roof above us, a sad excuse for shelter along the bike path that separates us and the reality of her … Continue reading →

about shouting. Shouting from rooftops, from mountaintops, from the middle of the road at midnight. Shouting to no one and about nothing, or sometimes shouting at people or just one. I have fantasies about shouting until I lose my voice, … Continue reading →

maybe i have a lot to say. but right now, everything i want to say is directed to you. yes, you. the one who’ll never read this , and even if you did, you probably wouldn’t give a shit. but … Continue reading →

but I’ve only just realized how little I actually have to say.

and it’s not even an ad. it’s a fucking movie. “Requiem for A Dream” shit. i just can’t even handle it.

Recently, people have been mistaking me for an out-of-place hippie. While I have a certain quixotic appreciation for the hippies (especially the music that came from that era), their hypocrisy is rather off-putting. Hippie-dom was about free love, sexual revolution, … Continue reading →

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