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by Hughman C.T. | February 4, 2012

fecalosophy

There were better things to do than to feel upset over something I couldn’t control. I needed to regain my composure. I also needed to find better things to do. There was no way I could have predicted the morning … Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | December 17, 2011

Vater O! Vater

Only when one becomes free of that patriarchal despotism could one learn to appreciate ones own life and tip them 15%. Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | November 25, 2011

Thanksgiving for the King’s Crossing

The words we implore can sometimes persuade things to go accordingly. Then there are moments where words maim and cut deep into what meaning of existence we have left. The thinner the yarn holding up your reality, the sharper and … Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | October 16, 2011

you can’t be angry at him, and not believe in him

In a secular sense, she chose faith while I chose fear. She passed and I didn’t. You know why they have ribbons for colon cancer and liver cancer and other cancers except lung cancer? It’s because people believe they deserve it, that they did this to themselves. It’s not the cancer that kills a lung cancer patient, it’s the guilt that kills them. Guilt told me to let go and fall into the dark. Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | October 8, 2011

Cats, Dogs, Sex in the City, and a Band of Brothers

The bare minimum only sustains and postpones any progress in your life. That came to me in a daydream while I was on a mystical journey inside a Vons/Pavillions. (I was following someone.) Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | October 7, 2011

it’s a wonderful life

But in the back of my mind, Mr. Hyde says I’m wasting my time, and waits until it’s time for him to write. I’m both these people. Yet I don’t know which one I really am; the blood and bones or the immortal words of the night. Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | October 5, 2011

Meager Albatross

The diurnal diet of fantasies and phantasms this life has bequeathed us as nourishment, only evokes from us, virulent questions to Purpose, which was evangelized to have been planned since the first malefic tick of time (though this belief dissented from my own, open disdain ensured a more meager albatross). Answers were pertinaciously intended not to be given. Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | October 3, 2011

and we don’t care about the young folks, talkin’ ’bout the young style

Tell me one good reason why it’s important to classify one by their race, and I’ll tell you why the human race is my favorite joke. Smoking cigarettes and smoking barrels, mama Earth’s got a smoker’s cough; going green and choosing the diet of a bunny ain’t gon’ cure her cancer. We are the cancer. Sad face. Continue reading →

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by Hughman C.T. | September 21, 2011

licentious liberteens

Romantic hopes and fluttery dreams just aren’t going to cut it. Every specialist would be out of a job if everyone was already a specialist. Continue reading →

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