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Scraping the Bottom
I feel like I’ve hit the epitome of genericism. I’ve failed to be distinct in anything I write, and have started writing off personal disillusionment or disgust as a by-product of one-sidedness.
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Lunch Break Musings
Sitting outside a Burger King on Van Nuys Boulevard, I find my mind wandering. I have a list of things to talk about, and none of them really warrant their own blog post (at least not yet).
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Uncanny Valley
If you look hard enough, work hard enough, dream enough, live enough– you’ll probably be taken advantage of. The roughest people don’t have the same fears as the coziest. I’ll most likely die before humanity finally faces its own inequality issues and actually decides to deal with them. Don’t count out the down-and-outs; they come back swinging. My father…
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Thoughts At Night
Babies are expensive. So are puppies. They don’t have vets for babies. Unless you consider pediatricians vets. What if a baby grows up to be a vet? And then joins the Marines and becomes a vet? Is it called a vet vet? If the puppy retires from service, is it a pet vet? Can you…
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Past, Present
I feel like I can’t write anything new without it feeling like a past post, or poem, or explored topic. Like retreading old ground, hiking a trail I’ve forgotten has already been traveled.