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My dad is such a great cook. I actually appreciate him so much because I see all these other families who always eat out or get meager meals because neither parent can cook, but my dad is simply amazing. Anything he makes is absolutely delicious, and he always cooks whatever I want to eat. I always pity my friends for not having as awesome of a cook as my dad is.Posted By Jason On 12.01.2012 @ 6:58 pm
He only ever cared about himself. Always concerned with only what he wanted and what made him happy. So I gave up on him. Because one day, I got tired of his bullshit, of always forgiving him for being so selfish, and so that was the end of an epic friendship.Posted By Jason On 11.30.2012 @ 1:59 pm
My past has shaped who I am now. Through all my struggles, defeats, and successes, I am have become who I am today because of my past. But what exactly is the past? You are always only one second ahead of the past, one second behind the future. What a strange thought to think of time flowing as such.Posted By Jason On 11.28.2012 @ 3:53 pm
Bureaucratic little bastards teeth gnashing, gnawing into the air, latching onto anything that willy allow, even for the slightest amount of time, the opportunity to feast right through flesh till bones do crack and splinter,
revealing that secretive marrow I held so dear.
Before I knew it to be cancerous,
feeding them. Sustaining them.
Whether it metastasized because it sustained those greedy little gits, or those greedy little gits caused it to metastasize, no one will ever know.
All the same, cancer is cancer. And it must be purged from the soul to be purged from the body-
after all, they are attached, being one and the same in yin and yang.Posted By Jason On 11.16.2012 @ 6:14 pm
Involuntarily I’ve offered my skin to be your canvas.
Your brush strokes tickle, a combination of the cold pain and the bristles on my nakedness. It is funny. The more you paint over the blankness that is there, The more I appear on the canvas I had planned to use, the blank fabric stretched tightly over a wooden frame.
I fill up the space, blending in with my background, watching you bring me to life, I dance with colors, mixtures, shadow, and depth.
I am frozen in this canvas and alive at the same time.
Were it my own brush strokes that trapped me in and yet brought me out at the same time I would not mind.
Without your brushstrokes,
I know not what I am,
Nor where.Posted By Jason On 11.13.2012 @ 7:17 pm
Our differences make us the same. Our similarities make us different. There it is,
written on the wall.
For you to see before your lids droop deep down
into the darkness you are scared to know.
Kiss it. It will kiss you back,
This doesn’t feel right this doesn’t feel right this doesn’t feel right.
Don’t make love to one you don’t love.Posted By Jason On 11.12.2012 @ 8:30 pm
I want to major in chemical engineering. Not exactly sure what a chemical engineer does, but I know I want to be an engineer, and I absolutely love chemistry. Perhaps my passions will change over the next two years, but for now I am content knowing that I do have some sort of plan for the future.Posted By Jason On 11.07.2012 @ 4:31 pm
He loved teaching. He loved sharing his knowledge with others, he loved inspiring people who wanted to learn and experience all that he knew. But he eventually realized that people only seek success and not enlightenment, and no longer did the teacher love teaching..Posted By Jason On 11.06.2012 @ 8:03 pm