I need the stars to calm me down, to take me away. I need to feel the rain, feel it pour down on my flesh and wash this all away.
But I won’t find either if these things here. And I’m about to explode. There are things brewing deep within me, and I can’t make them stop.
I need to get away, and reset. Find calm in nature. This place gives me nothing and takes everything.
This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.
god damn
(Source: bencrowther, via hitrecordjoe)
You know
you have hit bottom
when the homeless
stop asking you
for money
for cigarettes
or bothYou know
your troubles run deep
when dreams
lie in the shallows
of disappointment
and hope
is like a mussel
barely alive
and surviving on poisonIt’s sad
when a man grows stagnant
and lets
women
money
booze
family
friends
days
years
life
filter through him
leaving him behind
to forage
off the shitIt’s a sad thing
to simply hang on
waiting for something to happen
I am dumbfounded
by the sight
of you.
and struck weak
with the knowledge
that you have no equal.I’ve always been
such a hard man
to love
to touch
to hold on to
but you have me
planting gardens
in my mind
and married
to the very thought
of growing old
with you.You glorious…
Love me like this
You there, with your happiness… Fuck you!
“when you stop
searching for love
it will find
you”
was said
by someone
with looks
money
and a futurelove does not
look
in the dark corners
of the world
it does not stoop here
it is a fairy tale
told to childrenin this place
the maiden
starves
in the tower
prince charming
is eaten
I knew a lot of people from there. You have to be more specific.
Someone posted an old school picture from 6th grade today. It had Jess in it. It’s a tragic thing that he had passed years ago. We all loved him in HS… But I knew him them.
He was my brother. Everyday he would ride his bike from his house to mine and we would ride the streets all day. Laughing, joking, going to Cantine Field and swing. We would stay at my house and play SNES. We would ride to Stewarts and buy Ice cream… Our favorite was fireworks flavour.
Hanson came out that year and he said, ”the middle chick is hot…” And I laughed at him and said it was a dude. He didn’t believe me until MTV news came on and canned then the Hanson Brothers. We spent 4th of July together; we watched the fireworks on the Hudson, we watched them at Cantine. Everyday we were together. We put miles on those bikes…
I moved the end of summer, to a different part of town. I was put in honor classes, he wasn’t. We grew apart… Became different people. In HS we became friends once again, but it was never the same.
Forever he will be my 6th grade buddy.
Least I don’t hide behind an anon face. I don’t need to impress you.
But I’m glad that I warrant enough of your time that you read and ask me questions and respond to them promptly.
I know, lets be bffs.
