March 2012
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Absinthe
Is a bad decision waiting to happen.
February 2012
19 posts
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Old Hunter S Thompson meets young Chander Allen here in the living room of my dingy apartment. Its a pitched frenzy here in this bottom of the ninth Friday. I am watching this documentary, and trying to contain my soul from lashing out at all these crazy emotions that clog my brain.
I am doing okay so far. But it’s hard to be enlightened when watching all these madman make parades in front...
In the pitches of a vicious mania
Here it comes. After a whole year of waiting it’s arrived again to feed and procreate and spin me along in my yearly cycle. It’s never been this hungry, it’s improving with age, it’s making demands I can’t presently meet. It is mania, it is another Chandler, it is an old friend i haven’t seen in so long. I’m done giving him names. He’s had a...
Baby
baby
angel
pretty
you
you
you
you,
You.
Anonymous asked: You inspired me to start writing again. Thank you.
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A Roar
-When she was nineteen she had a fever
but the office was now closed
IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND
IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND
all this nonsense
all the confusion-
strolling through city streets with my friend
whiskey sweet, startled girl
all the time speaking truths
to wild worlds
bring out the fun
releasing the demon
it’s the proper season for the breathin’
-when she was nineteen she had...
Write sober; edit drunk
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I had a dream of violence last night. These particular dreams are pretty rare and hard to come by so i’m taking the time to record it.
I was with a large party and we were en route to a festival. I recognized no one but my little brother and Nicholas Cage dressed as a cowbody, and several young-looking women and men. On our way to the festival, we stopped to rest for the night at this...
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“I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,
to the short day and to the...”
– Sestina, by Dante Alighieri
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“About All That (feat. Fat Joe)”
by...
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This weekend was hell on wheels. It’s the start of the Carnival season here in New Orleans, kicking off with the traditionally lewd and amusing Krewe du Vieux. I can sense something very powerful heading this way, and Mardi Gras only accounts for half of it. A great awakening; the vehicle of change has perched itself atop the apex waiting for that first push to set it all spiraling into...