January 2012
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To the Girl Who Thinks She Has the Right To Brag...
When you said to me, in that snarky tone, “Well I wrote a book, what have you done lately?”. I was not at all impressed. Though it is true you wrote a book, in the loosest sense of the word, as in a bunch of paper with words on it bound together by a cover, it must be mentioned that you wrote a bad book. A book, indeed, but not one I’d recommend anyone to read. And since the...
December 2011
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I Love You Like A Love Song
I Love you like a love song, baby. And that means barely, or not at all. I love you only when all the other songs won’t cut it anymore. When the club music has died down and gave way to that dark, silent part of the night that has me reaching for a bottle of gin and my phone, to play a love song and text every girl I’d ever fucked and see if they are as lonely as I am. That’s how...
November 2011
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Who’s in the Top 1 Percent? - Thomas Sowell -... →
October 2011
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The Silent Season of a Hero: Annotated →
putthison:
Our friend Gay Talese wrote this piece, a profile of the late Joe DiMaggio, for Esquire in the 1960s. It’s considered by many to be the best sports feature ever written. I’m inclined to agree.
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“The President continues to push for stimulus even though hundreds of billions of...”
– Dinesh D’souza
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“I can’t imagine when I was their age that I could have enough money to hang...”
– Thomas Sowell
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First Monologue From Last Year's Playwriting Class
My mother believed in everything. She prayed daily, sometimes for hours at a time. I remember her anointing the doorways with oil bought from the Church gift shop. She spoke in tongues and flopped like a fish on the stage when our pastor put his hand to her head. She doesn’t have a pastor anymore. Now she stays home and performs fire ceremonies in the living room and talks to the wind. She...
September 2011
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I Think I Am In Love With A Stripper
…and I thought the joke was on her when she said she found a new job, something that wasn’t retail at a show club in Phoenix, way further northwest than I’ve ever been, cause then I’d finally be able to see her naked. She had turned me down before, at parties where we met and that time she came over and we got drunk—though I was drunker—and she said I cared too...
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like that one time. .
when I had to drive you home the morning after cause someone stole your phone and who remembers numbers these days and you were half naked cause that kid no one knew puked all over you after his second Irish Car Bomb so the dress that you wore, stained and crusted by dawn, was wrapped in grocery bags and I threw it in the truck next to my golf clubs and rackets and when I dropped you off and you...
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Ending.
I try to tell her that I am good. That I’ve tried to be good, but know I shouldn’t tell her these things. I shouldn’t talk but just let her keep doing what she is doing. We have moved away from the piano now and are on the floor and she is on top of me, lifting my shirt up and I can feel her fingers on the bits of hair across my chest. I could tell her about the bags of clothes I...
August 2011
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Films Of Mine That You Now Own
I have lent out nearly half of the movies I own. There is little to no hope of ever seeing them again. The people who borrowed them long gone, departing after high school in their own separate ways, following their own specific ambitions. Sure, there is a downside. I wanted to watch Match Point last week with a friend after explaining, using no hyperbole mind you, how it was absolutely the...
“I’ve always liked the thought of meeting the great people of history, but then I...”
– Niles Crane- Frasier (via dreamingofyou91)
July 2011
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Barkity Barkity Bark Bark I’m a fucking dog and I’ll fucking bark all fucking day long/ I’ll wait till you get home and then I’ll turn it on/ I’ll even wake up the other fucking dogs/ and tell them to wait till your favorite show is on or wait till you’re trying to listen to your favorite song/ and we’ll go Barkity Barkity Bark Bark loud as one/ And throw...
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Playing Red Dead Redemption And Writing About It
I spent most of my day off playing Red Dead. I had a bounty on my head and had to do little tasks like herding cattle and helping the wronged, to save up a few bucks and pay off my debt to society. When my old sins, which consisted of assaulting lawmen, public displays of violence and cold blooded murder, were finally paid off I went off into the desert. There was a lady there who needed my help....
June 2011
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“I feel so much more inspired and confident and eager to write than I did before....”
– Sufjan Stevens (via fuckyeahsufjanstevens)
Greta Gerwig Interview about Damsels In Distress →
May 2011
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April 2011
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http://fuckyeahjdsalinger.tumblr.com/post/475083161... →
fuckyeahjdsalinger:
When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion…Since it is your religion, do you know what you will be asked when you die? But let me tell you first what you won’t be asked. You won’t be asked if you were working on a wonderful, moving piece of writing when you…
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The Dubliners - Don’t Get...
March 2011
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He looked at me and said “Just remember, don’t let yourself get too excited. Too eager to carry on. Progress only leads to an end. Nothing will ever happen to you in this world, no matter how wonderful an opportunity it may seem at first, that isn’t just another event, another passing thing, which will ultimately lead to your undoing, to the moment in time and space when you...
February 2011
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“Come on – heaven and hell, man? I thought you guys were going to get scientific...”
– Michelle Rodriguez (via fuckyeahlost)
Last Paragragh of Something That Has No First...
Unlike other nights, when bravado took hold, Michael lowered himself into one of the many waiting cabs that lined up outside the bars. He said goodbye to his friend, his drinking companion, by a casual, almost non-existent wave. It was cool—the weather—the way he’d like it to be, every night and every day, if it were up to him. He zipped up his jacket and leaned into the seat....
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January 2011
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