Tag Archives: Satire

To the Dark Side

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Why your cereal tastes like shit

Usually, when a bunch of people walk through where I am located (mostly at the library), I wonder to myself, why? I wonder why they are here in front of me, why I am here inside of me, and then … Continue reading

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On Punctuality, I Want The Job (A Metaphor of the Coming Apocalypse)

Sometimes I wonder, why do they pay her again? I don’t know. She comes in late, she offers elaborate excuses, and she leaves early only on the days that end in “Y” because of this or that. I would do … Continue reading

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Someones Matter/Ant Farm

One time there was a time, it was modern and equal. It was one time—that’s a date. Someones thought of something, a grand scheme. Someones are unique individuals, everyone. They thought of streets and cars and oil and gas and … Continue reading

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Biking to St. Paul in the Rain

About an hour before I have to be at work I am already leaving my apartment. I like being early. Most days I will arrive early at the approval of my managers and the bane of my coworkers. It’s so … Continue reading

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The Selfie Artist

For many of you this tragedy will hit very close to home… It took place the other day, in the back parking lot of my apartment complex. It was a morning, not substantially different from others, save for one thing. … Continue reading

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What is Derrida’s critique of the word “event”, and such?

Bright light radiates outside within distant white snow-piles glowing in my eyes.  Cold is the new norm.  What ever happened to warm?  I think of this as it is sunny out.  Where and why are we born?  Did our parent’s … Continue reading

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