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Affichage des articles du décembre, 2017

Nine important things

Should I get a tape recorder and start recording all my thoughts even though I’ll probably never go back and listen to them again? Do people still have tape recorders? Is it okay to cry? Is it okay not to cry? (more importantly) How valuable is gold dust? Surely it’ll just fly away with a little breeze? Is the word chaperone of French origin? Probably. What’s the point of having a lucky number if you don’t gamble or play the lotto? (I guess playing the lotto is a type of gambling) Do you agree or disagree with the following statement? Making your bed each morning is crucial. How important is it to pay attention really ?

Boxing

[A guide for people who aren’t sure if boxing is cool] Boxing is really cool, not sure if you heard. The speed bag is the coolest part. When you can do that well it’s basically the blackbelt of boxing. Jump rope is sort of point of entry. When you’re bad at it you look stupid, so it’s important to be good. Good means fast and being able to do one foot and or cross your hands or spin around in circles or whatever. (Side note: do kids still do double dutch or did the phones kill that too?) Getting punched in the stomach is cool. Only for tough guys with abs, but just one more cool thing about boxing: having people punch you in the stomach as hard as they can without flinching. Punching someone in the face is cool IF you’re out the ring. By the way, you don’t look for people to punch in the face, they find you. If you’re not sure and you’ve never punched someone in the face, don’t worry about it, you’ll know when you’re supposed to. Boxing movies are cool too. Boxing is cool because boxi...

Stardust heart

Time is at a standstill for these past few days where the night encapsulates our bodies and the trees shush out our voices. But that is all we ask for A moment of fortressed respite from the world From us.. As the loam pads our naked hearts By strange hands I don't know from where they're coming Yours fritts and mine's iron made Coz you can only be what you are You've had the heart of a star  But light never had hit it before It rather went through the ripples and folds of your brain The best designer of ambushes I have ever seen "I'm just so confused", you whisper again  for tear-stained emphasis Should I mention again That feelings are now real But no longer a reality "confused" is when you're screaming something that your mind does not yet understand