Category: blog
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Spacebeach
“I’m not questioning it.” The crater-colored creatures exchanged wide-eyed, furrowed looks. “You don’t want to know?” said one of the creatures. “You’re not even a little curious?” said the other. “Nope,” I said as I dug my feet deeper into the glowing graygreen sand and sipped on a ringed Piña Colada. “Listen boys, I appreciate the…
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Rebuilt
So I connect to which one? He connects where? She connects to what? Does anyone remember who goes where? Who’s in charge here? I’ve been through these hundreds of times It happens to us, we’ll be put back together This isn’t where I was Bob’s too far away Susan lost her sisters The triceps are…
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If I Die in Brooklyn
bury my body next to biggie tell them i drank beer imported from the bronx tell them we drank ideas from domestic brethren admiring the writing of fellow natives trying to navigate the plains and flagging waves and changing days from ruins to rain steinbeck to beck kerouac to cobain
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How Original Do We Have to Be?
I like being as original as possible: in my thinking, my speaking, my writing, my jokes, my ambitions, and my creations. To an extent, the pursuit of originality is fruitless, as we’re all inspired by something and somethings. You can’t create from absolute zero and you can’t have output with no inputs. Right now I’m…
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IMAX Screen
Who who are these people What’s this on my body They’re all staring at me I’m a star! A star I tell ya I’ll have to tell mom and dad Oh boy Look at this, look over here, look over there They’re so mesmerized I must be doing this right This is so exciting I love…
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Keep Your Eye on the Ball
I played baseball for about fourteen years. From tee-ball up until I quit my senior year of high school, at which point I was riding the bench, caring more about academics and hanging out with friends before leaving for college, and in no spot to outrank the people playing in the same positions as me. They…
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new york sitty sidewalking
that lady laughed like a Pillsbury doughgirl into the black coffee cold, she was passionate, after profit earmuff taxis and hotel neon lines i know manhattan is an island made of metal and money, an entire empire built upon desire and the subway is a steel drum concert asking us to imagine all the people…
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Positive Worries (What If)
What if I accidentally make a friend? What if I achieve my dream by 25? What if she says yes? What if I say no? What if I create every day? What if I make great art every day? What if I capture “those feelings” every day? What if I always understand, even when I…
Tyler Fugazzie 