How deep do I have to fall so I hit the bottom so hard I bounce back up? How much do I have to fuck around for the Muse to finally come without me having to com...

It’s hard to leave a warm place In the midst of the winter During an existential crisis In the lonely days and nights of a land you don’t belong. It...

Sun. It’s in days like this that I miss the freedom of the independent workers’ life. Pantless. Jobless. Pennyless. But happy. (Somewhat happy.) The grass is al...

I was made for greatness, but I wasn’t made great. I was born for glory, yet there’s no glory on being born; simply a small victory in staying alive...