As A Former Saxophonist, I Must Concur...bravo

As a former saxophonist, I must concur...bravo

So I drove by Boulder Pride and there were a murder of goths simmering under a black Lolita parasol in the sun, looking intentionally done with everything but not actually leaving.

breaking bad, fight club, rick and morty, clockwork orange, and the catcher in the rye are all arguably good things - but if a man says they are his FAVORITE book/movie/tv show? RUN.

Part of me wants to shift the entirety of Magical Fantasy Adventure Land into the normal world instead of splitting it into a separate realm.

Part of me is still annoyed that this fucker still doesn’t have a proper title. Or at least something that sounds better as a place holder.

But with real love, the second that emotion hits your veins it’s like an extra heartbeat that takes you out of existence for a moment, only to return to an altered world. Everything feels different with love, yet it’s does not feel like sole happiness. It feels like euphoria and misery; elation and discouragement; hope and despair.

Best Tardy, “Imaginary Friends”

People generally listen to themselves, even when someone else is speaking.

Best Tardy, “Sunrise for the Dreaming”