Apr. 29, 2012 at 7:21pm with 1 note

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She has to have a home. She has to have a key that opens a door that opens to a chair to toss her coat on and an active gas line and at the very least a futon or two mattresses stacked together or a fuzzy blanket and a love seat. In between leases, sure. Back at her folks, maybe. Temporary. Only temporary. Not ideal. Don’t tell anybody, but I live in a trailer. Fair. Fair enough. It’s complicated. My roommate is my ex. My roommate is a 100 year old vegetable. I wash his parts and folds for board. Roach problem. Mice. Rats. It’s one of those week to week dealies. A camper for christ’s sake. A New Age tent community. By choice. She has to have a home. She wanders a lot. Coffee shops, taverns, beach walks. Practically homeless! We’ll joke about it. It’s like you’re homeless! Like you’re homeless, not actually homeless. She has to. She just has to.

— Alex P. Gara, The Messenger, May 2012 (via allpurposeyard)

Apr. 17, 2012 at 4:53pm with 3 notes

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I did not want to be like him. I already was like him. I wanted to be him. I wanted to wear his loose and jagged words. I wanted a voice with a charcoal tongue. I wanted to tell stories like cave paintings with sentences like daydreams.

— Alex P. Gara, The Messenger, May 2012 (via allpurposeyard)

Mar. 4, 2012 at 3:39am with 12,064 notes

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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…

— Timothy Leary (via slicedfruit)

(Source: pass-the-acid)

Feb. 28, 2012 at 5:42pm with 5 notes

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POETRY BATTLE SUBMISSIONS

I’m looking for poets/writers to contribute a written poem for a published poetry ‘battle’. The battle will be printed in next month’s Print is Dead zine and competing against other poems in a friendly competition. The name of the poem must be The Ides of March. NOTHING BORING!

Is anyone interested?

Feb. 26, 2012 at 11:02am with 127 notes

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Killing Charlemagne: excerpt from Tender is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as…

Feeling Fitzgeraldian on this lovely Sunday.

Feb. 25, 2012 at 3:21am with 2 notes

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The All Purpose Yard: Th13teen Th13teens

allpurposeyard:

I scrapped the first 100 pages of my novel. It wasn’t all shit. Just most of it. While determining what could be salvaged, I noticed that a lot of my favorite sentences (or in once case, a short dialogue) were thirteen words. Must be the cadence of it.

Anyways, when these sentences are…

Feb. 22, 2012 at 2:25pm with 3 notes

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allpurposeyard:

DR. GOLDBRICKSINGTON x HARVARD DIGITAL

“GHOST IN STEREO REMIX” (featuring Joe Rogan)

Linda Trippy.

Feb. 21, 2012 at 1:59pm with 32 notes

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killingcharlemagne:

Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being. - David Foster Wallace

Feb. 9, 2012 at 9:27am with 200 notes

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fuckyouverymuch:

We protest.

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toptumbles:

Polite bears

Oh, hey there.

Feb. 5, 2012 at 6:02pm with 83 notes

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every-organism-is-amazing:

-Ant Pushing Water Droplet-

Tell me this:
Put up your fingertips if you are living your life exactly the way that you wished
And for the rest of us with our hands our hips
Our work is never done
We are Sisyphus

Feb. 3, 2012 at 3:37pm with 3 notes

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The All Purpose Yard: Working title: 'What The Fuck Are You Doing With Your Life'

allpurposeyard:

They dropped us in a crane game. Tooth to skull. Piled high, like Manhattan getting flipped on its side. With cotton in our hearts and eyes that pop out too easily, we felt we had no other choice than to wait.

Its not like we’ve been in a hurry. Most of us know that the other side of the glass is…

Jan. 30, 2012 at 3:37pm with 5 notes

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allpurposeyard:

Conceptual version 1 part 1.

Rereleasing the first issue of the zine in mini version tomorrow!

Let me know if you want one

Jan. 27, 2012 at 1:28pm with 5 notes

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The All Purpose Yard: "Little Caleb Cullen Draws Sirens" (draft 1)

allpurposeyard:

note: this is meant to be heard, not read. I just wrote it today and until I become comfortable with the cadence of it, It will probably undergo a series of edits and changes. So, the first time you hear it live, it’ll probably sound/read a lot different.

“Boy, you know you’re gonna die…

Jan. 12, 2012 at 10:58pm with 3 notes

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Harvey Digital and Alex P. Gara. The beginning of something that should really be finished.