February 2012
8 posts
We were told we’d do great things together. Things of eternal value.
But we split.
We broke into pieces as waves break upon rocks.
I’ve been lead astray and I learned my lesson.
When will you?
Heroes don’t go looking for trouble.
I know that now.
There’s this idea of never going home…
Never letting the adventure end.
Never saying goodbye.
Statistically speaking, I can’t do this forever. I will either be caught or dead within a few years time. I should stop now, but how do you pick up the threads of a normal life after tasting the thrill of the chase? How does anything become satisfying after you’ve held power and glory in the palm of your hands? What else is there?
I want to go back.
“When they fall in love with a city, it is for forever, and it is like forever....”
– Toni Morrison, Jazz (via alealealea)
Sociopath
[soh-see-uh-path, soh-shee-]
- nounPsychiatry 1. person, as a psychopathic personality, whose behavior is antisocial and who lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience
“Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of a man, and those who have...”
– Ernest Hemingway
January 2012
11 posts
I am a peaceful person who happens to be filled with violent rage.
We lose our innocence. We become worsened versions of ourselves over time, simply because we stop caring. The world influences us more and more and before we know it we’re no longer ourselves.
I’m just waiting for a return to goodness.
From everyone, including myself.
There are doorways I haven’t opened.
Windows I’ve yet to look through.
Going forward may not be the answer.
Maybe I should go back.
My name is Anthony Turtzo.
I live in the fourth largest city in the country.
I am bringing down organized retail crime.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me. We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot. Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me. We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho. ...
A dream
Vividly I remember putting on these wool gloves that enabled me to fly. They were the only pair in the world, and incredibly rare. The world was not yet aware of their existence so I had to be careful.
I would go flying at night. I had to get a running start, leap, then I would take off slowly. If I put my hands behind me I would go faster. If I put them out like wings I could direct where I...
I have to reinvent myself.
Resolutions:
1. Stay at my job.
2. Get all A’s.
3. Drive less.
4. Exercise more.
5. Sleep less.
6. Read more.
7. Become a better artist.
8. Fit into the hero suit.
It’s a new year, baby.
December 2011
10 posts
My father’s brother is dying.
I do not know him well, and from what my father’s side of the family tells me he is lazy, somewhat of a moocher, and foolish.
Two days ago I watched him nearly bleed to death in the early morning as I was getting ready for work. He called for me after I exited the shower and I rolled my eyes because I thought he wanted me to bring him water again.
Then...
I’m tired. So tired.
This job is boring and routine now, and I hate it. Somehow, I’ve grown to hate it. I hate the customers, the menu, the fact that day after day I am forced to serve nachos and chili cheese fries to obese people who should really just order a salad. It’s such a small cafe. So many people in one place, making all that noise… It puts me on edge. I hate...
“The wicked flee when none pursueth.”
– Proverbs 28:1
“She did not want to go to work, although she was very late; and so she remained...”
– — James Alan McPherson, Hue and Cry
This is me.
(via annarverold)
Holy wow.
Everything sucks so I think I’m just going to be funny from now on (This includes but is not limited to witty Facebook status updates).
To my closest friends...
I’ve hidden a treasure on the island.
It’s hidden below the mansion in ruins, far on the edge of the map where few still go.
The money should never have come to me, and thus I am burying it deep inside the earth. To find the case is simple enough for those who know me well, but to unlock it is another task entirely. You will need a passcode consisting of four digits. The first digit...
some people care entirely too much about sports
I wish Facebook would enable a feature that silences all football related updates on my feed.
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via human-voices)
The night holds many secrets.
If you could snap your fingers and every drug dealer, rapist, sadist, murderer, and the like would drop dead, would you?
November 2011
17 posts
alealealea asked: happy birthday!
It’s my birthday today.
I’m getting a root canal.
I don’t care about football.
I’ve never cared about football.
I don’t care about my school’s team.
I couldn’t care less about the Texans.
I’ve tried many times to feign interest, but it always results in boredom and apathy.
Watching sports is one of the greatest bores to me.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Boy am I out of shape.
I have a long way to go.
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I'm going to do in seven minutes what you've been...
I might not be an EMT next year.
I might be an EMT next year.
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“If what you want does not want you, say “I am wonderful”.”
– Wonderful by Gary Go
Anonymous asked: You misspelled Australia.
My suit has been shipped. It’s currently in Melbourne, Austrailia.
Years ago in high school I asked my current girlfriend at the time that if she had to decide, would she marry for love or money.
Without pause or hesitation she replied, “Money- I wouldn’t want to struggle or worry about bills.”
October 2011
25 posts
I go to school to learn.
I go to work to make money.
I go home to study, exercise, eat, and sleep.
I really don’t need to spend any more time drawing, dancing, or driving all hours of the night looking for trouble.
I need to grow up and graduate.
Without God, my life becomes more and more unstable.
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Today in Pasadena I saw a police model H3 Hummer.
On the back of the window it read: “This vehicle was seized from a drug dealer.”