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F I f t h E d i t i o n J u n e 2 0 1 1
IT’S JUNE AND SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER!
“Outside” by Verenice (Mexico)
WHAT IS THE HAPPY THE WEATHER REPORT: SWEET MR. COSMIC CHARLIE COLLECTIVE? I grew up in New England-- known for erratic weather and drastic
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seasonal phases. Even on a season to season basis the weather seldom makes any sense at all. As a result I’ve become more than accustomed to weather that’s out of the ordinary-- and even extraordinary at times. I’ve accepted that it’s not in our control, but more importantly I've come to realize that we don’t really need it to be. We can try to predict it, prepare for it, plan our days around it-- and even still it’s prone to throwing us curves at its whim. As such, the only real route around the problem of weather is learning to love it by traipsing directly through it, persevering, and finding that it doesn’t need to dictate the amount of pleasure in a day (or even weigh into it at all) unless we decided to let it. Not all rainy days have to be dreary, and not all sunny days are going to be happy due to the weather alone. Our joy is up to us individually as well as collectively, and a simple step in achieving that joy is embracing where we are and what it feels like.
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
LAZY SUSAN Breathless, she looks down at the rhythmic incantation of water;; she can barely feel her toes. Her entire body is pulsating with the anticipation of the river’s cool reception. Sawyer Grace, poised on a nearby rock with a Canon 162, yells “I’ll catch you mid-air!” It bothers her that the moment will end up immortalized on Facebook, but she lets the feeling pass. Feelings are feelings, moments are moments;; and at this particular moment, before Sawyer Grace can issue one more “chicken!” accusation, she leaps forward slightly to the left of the jagged rock formation twenty feet below and into the river. Water has never felt so cold. She has never breathed as sharply as she does when she breaks the rushing water’s glass surface. She has never seen sky so cerulean, nor felt air so soft. She blinks and lets the river seep under her nails, into her skin, soak her hair. She adjusts her bikini and pulls herself up onto a rock. The sun feels good. Space. She stares at the sky. Sawyer Grace is breathless and yelling, but she cannot hear. The river is too loud, the song too wild, the trees too green. Sawyer’s white suit seems
unnatural in the July air. She lies on the rock, noticing the glint of Sawyer Grace’s suit clasp as she flies through the air fearless and proud like the river into which she was fading. No one to immortalize this moment because the Canon was left up on the warm round rock. She pulls Grace out of the water and asks: “Again?” No, too tired. Besides, they have a sushi date at 5:30. They sun-dry for a few boundless minutes and then it’s on with the flip flops, up with the camera, and into the old dusty red car parked by the side of the road. Wet hair curling and frizzing in the wind, they are friends returning from an encounter with eternity to the grandeur of the day as the sun falls lower in the Montana sky. They don’t get far. Three miles down the highway Marie looks down to see smoke emerging from the passenger side vents. Swerving off the road, she curses. Damn old car always breaking. Unfortunately, it’s her only transport. Well! They won’t make their sushi date. She has been looking forward to tekka maki rolls and a cold sprite. But now, approaching them from the opposite direction, is a small blue
car with two people inside. Two twenty year old guys with no shirts on, what luck! She asks them for advice but they don’t know so she calls her father. He says, “Wait until it cools off and then continue.” The evening is still warm, the sun still lazing about in the sky, not to disappear ‘til ten. The night will no longer be the same, but it’s okay. They chat with the guys for a few more minutes, and find out that they are going to the cliff! She exchanges a glance with Sawyer Grace and then gets in the little blue car, already looking forward to the shock of the river. the The river, never so cold;; sky, never so pink-
purple-blue;; breath, never so transient.
“Cast Your Mind” by Stephen Martin
The most important thing to teach your children is that the sun does not rise and set. It is the Earth that revolves around the sun. Then teach them the concepts of North, South, East and West, and that they relate to where they happen to be on the planet's surface at that time. Everything else will follow.
Lazy Daisies by Snow White
-RICHARD BUCKMINSTER FULLER
RUN INTO FLOWERS
Rest your weary eyes I say As she begins to Dream. What of, is a mystery. Her eyes, closed As she lays her head on my pillow. Another calm morning, another rough night My sheets lay halfway across the room. With a small portion of my bed available, I lay my back against the wall, Warm like a space heater. ”Come here” she says Shivering from the cold. She yearns for my heat and affection, I lovingly oblige. My nose rests on the nape of her neck Her perfume, some foreign flower, Still poignant. She falls asleep soon-after. How she can so hastily do so, I will never know. Strands of her golden sunkissed hair wander, Onto the front of her face, Blocking her resplendent beauty. I run my fingertips through her hair and move it from her eyes. She smiles, In her sleep From this subtle act of love. Will she dream of me?
JOHN SPLIFF The boy sat eating a clementine. He was no newcomer to the world of eating clementines;; he had a technique and believed he could identify the tastiest ones by look and feel. His current specimen was particularly delicious so far but he worried that the sections in the second half would not meet the expectations set by the first. At that moment he realized that the best way to eat a clementine would be to eat it all at once. It would have a singular taste and would disappoint and amaze simultaneously instead of in unpredictable succession. He further realized that it would be in his best interest to eat all the clementines in the universe simultaneously (instead of one at a time, which is what he had been doing thus far). He wondered what the collective flavor of so much fruit would be. Would the foul tasting clementines outdo the tasty ones? It would be far better that way because no single fruit could deceive him with an unusually good or unusually bad experience. He would have a perfect knowledge of clementines as a whole;; he would know how they taste in general. At that time the boy discovered that he could only fit one clementine in his mouth and thus his idea was impossible. A tear came to his eye. If he can't achieve an accurate understanding of clementines he might as well not eat them at all! They only serve to fool him. He turned to his friend who was sitting nearby with the same variety of citrus in his hand. The boy said, “I just figured out that I hate clementines for their cruel deceptive properties”. He then explained his predicament fully with a tone of fear and rage. “Well, if you think about it, every clementine is its own unique entity”, began the friend, “In all of the cosmos you will probably not find an identical hunk of matter. My personal philosophy on the consumption of clementines is to never let any go to waste. Even the gross ones can be composted or something. You shouldn't squander such beautiful little packages of nutrients” “You can't tell me what to do!”, the boy said in retaliation. He felt offended and belittled. Although he knew deep down that his friend was right, he was too proud to follow his advice. Never again did he eat the forbidden fruit, and he eventually became a bitter old man. His friend, however, led an especially wonderful life until he perished from eating a diseased clementine. On his deathbed he said that he did not regret eating that fateful fruit, and in fact thinks it was his favorite one.
SUMMER AND FRIENDS DARIUS RAIDER
For me, summer time is always a favorable season;; schools out, people are happy, the sun is shining and it seems that the ominous cloud of obligation is lifted. The stress of school is quite imposing on one’s sanity. The responsibility of tests, papers, homework, portfolios, clubs, etc, it can all pile up and become overwhelming. Thus, it’s not surprising that once final exams are done, many of us breathe a sigh of relief - I know I do. I also feel a bit nostalgic when school is out. During the school year, all my friends are congregated in one place, and therefore, school can be a concentrated dose of awesome since your friends are there with you. As the holidays roll around, I find myself wishing that more of my individual friends weren’t scattered to their many places of origin. Of course this isn’t an overbearing thought;; I know I’ll see them all again in a few months, but it’s indicative of how possessive the human psyche can be. It’s a very human emotion to want to hold on to things that you “Time” by Annabel Lee love and enjoy. The busy school atmosphere provides a lot of joy to my life, and wanting to hold on to that is quite natural, but It’s also something I try to challenge. I’m not trying to destroy my desire to see my OLD DOG friends;; I’m trying to master my own ego. Why do I feel an exaggerated I stood there in The Sun’s light, sense of loss when I won’t see someone for two months? It’s because the The soil at my roots. pleasure of their company is desirable. I am attached to the sense of A golden sun with a purple glow. belonging I feel when I’m around the people I care about. In a sense, your Now, I look down to see My self. friends can be more of a family than your blood relatives;; you see them Budding outward, a purple tulip I be. more and connect with them beyond a simple genetic similarity. The Inside lay the miniature pinecone bond of a friendship is strong, and thus, so is the attachment your ego has Who grew overnight. to such friendships. Grew to be and grow it shall go. By recognizing that I’ve formed such an attachment, I look inside A never-ending cycle. myself to identify why this attachment affects me the way it does. Though I won’t say I’m a hundred percent confident, I think that the reason this I lay in The Sun’s light attachment occurs is because when you are invested in the lives of other As I sit in my dark room. people, you like to be up to date on what they are doing. The lifestyle we As I pretend to sleep in moving lead in college, where you can walk up the street and meet five buddies automobiles. hanging out, definitely keeps you connected. You are always aware of As I walk through my waking life. what cool things are going on and your friends perpetuate the cycle of As I roam through my dreams. involvement. When you lose that proximity, you also lose a sense of I close my eyes, yes. involvement;; loose too much involvement in friend’s, life and your And with that I see. friendship can drift apart. If I think about it logically, I know that a few months of relaxation is not going to destroy the friendships that I have I see that All is One built. However, the primal fear of losing a connection with someone important is what I think causes my attachments to manifest themselves. Like You And Me. continued on the next page
SUMMER AND FRIENDS (continued)
DARIUS RAIDER Thinking about how and why I always feel this way during summer has made me appreciate the Buddhist philosophy of letting go of desire. A true friend will be there despite a large gap in time, but the fear of letting go of a friend (even if the fear is irrational) is something that shows me how much I can still work on improving my own cognitive function. By admitting my
“I Dream of Apocalypse” by Stephen Martin
fear I can work towards accepting that everything, including this life and existence, is meant to come and go. Holding on to the material world is to try and keep something that isn’t meant to be kept. Letting go doesn’t mean burning a bridge, it means accepting what happens as a part of the natural harmony of life. I spend my summers living in my head a lot. I love my friends and I love my school. I like to spend time with people and live life with them, however, when that is taken away, when the noise is muted and the vibrations slow to a frequency hardly moving… that’s when I realize that sometimes the best way to appreciate something is to be unsaturated from it. Have a great break, from the shadow of Darius Raider.
The brain, it has been measured. Weigh it out on a scale, you will soon see the scale, of what I've come to say. What is the Universe? The body of the whole, I stretch beyond the measure, of mark or rhythm, of accent & movement. These all accelerate me, away from the self. So I imagine insurmountable speeds at an absolute stillness. Perplexed. For when I am in your presence, I realize I am more than the self. Slowly, we may acknowledge the truth. A new living is at hand. An art-form of life, is around the bend. Viscous blood and sweet surprise, slowly rise inside the eyes, just to see, what we could be, if it wasn't much to simply survive.
“Confusion” by Verenice (Mexico)
AN UPDATE TO SYNCHRONICITY:
Psychological Progress Through Unlocking The Doors Of Perception
FLYNNIUS In last month’s issue I reported on some of my most recent personal research regarding the topic of synchronicity. If you didn’t read the article –and I suggest you do- I wrote that Carl Jung’s theory of synchronicity explains that although coincidences are causally unrelated in nature, through our observation of these events, and the intricate conceptual relationships of our minds created by a collective unconscious, a meaningful non-causal relationship of coincidental events is created. I went on to explain that synchronistic events occur when we recognize casually coincidental events as conceptually meaningful. I later explained that by experiencing synchronistic events, we are able to grow psychologically. In addition, I reported on a connection between the theory of synchronicity and that of Aldous Huxley, who suggested that we can experience psychological growth by altering our consciousness through meditation, introspection, and the use of psychedelic drugs. Finally, I explained that this connection is evident in some recent research;; in my preliminary study, 18 out of 20 people surveyed who practice mind-expanding activities reported an increased ability to perceive synchronistic events. Having conducted more research on the topic in the last month, I would like to elaborate on my first article through the addition of some new statistical data. continued on the next page
“A Little Bird Told Me” by Snow White
A DISEMBODIED EXPERIENCE
Just a simple glance Short and fleeting Small enough to disappear From the mind in a few Simple seconds. Yet I remember this One look far more Than I remember any other Because when I looked Into that cracked and broken Bathroom mirror. I did not recognize myself. I did not know whose Eyes I was gazing into Whose hair grew from that head Nor could I see where the Resemblance was. Between this person and me. I did not understand How this reflection could be A true representation of me It was just a slab of glass Merely polished metal. What could it show me?
“The Peacock Man” by kef
Blue moon sways, anchored deep in lunar wait Dressed as heaven, though raw and cold As the seabed was torn under ships they swarmed, The background of the night hid horrors From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace When kindness speaks no words Earthly shocks to souls they once dreamed to hold In the mornin’ when the sun would rise Nightmares of the land clashing war with the sand Denied a selfish wish to see their light From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace When kindness speaks no words Cracking eastern soil for the sea to tear down hope Of human hearts, weakened at their core For the lives they create and the plans they’ve made Chose victim for heaven’s score From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace When kindness speaks no words So remember this night, when the birth of spring roots light During the grievance of falling apart From the world they’ve known, they’ve captured the ropes Tying soul after soul, after soul From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace When kindness speaks no words
“Nothing New” by Darius Raider
AN UPDATE TO SYNCHRONICITY (continued):
Psychological Progress Through Unlocking The Doors Of Perception
FLYNNIUS In a recent voluntary response survey, I asked a pool of hundreds of subjects to answer honestly to the following question: “While undergoing an experience that dramatically alters consciousness, such as meditation, intense introspection, or the use of psychedelic drugs, do you find that your ability to perceive synchronistic events is heightened?" The response was generally an affirmative one, in that 76.12% of the individuals who responded said yes. While this figure is less dramatic than that of my original survey, it is still highly suggestive of my theory that an individual’s ability to perceive synchronistic events is heightened both during and after the practice of consciousness altering activities, suggesting that the theories of Aldous Huxley and Carl Jung validate each other. As I have said many times before, I feel that in understanding these complex psychological concepts, we gain knowledge, both of others and ourselves. In turn this cardinal knowledge allows us to better our own lives and society as a whole. Accordingly, I hope to continue on my path of research on this topic and many others, and I will keep the readers of THC posted on any future updates.
School’s Out Festival Calendar
Mountain Jam 2011
June 2-5, Hunter Mountain, Hunter, NY WHAT WE LIKE:
Umphrey's McGee, Toubab Krewe, Big Gigantic, Lotus
June 4, Fort Armistead Park, Baltimore, MD WHAT WE LIKE:
Bassnectar, EOTO, Infected Mushroom, Lotus
June 9-12, Great Stage Park, Manchester, TN WHAT WE LIKE:
Widespread Panic, String Cheese Incident, Primus, Pretty Lights, STS9, Henry Rollins, Shpongle
$200 tier 5, $215 day of
June 10-12, Sonoma County Fairgrounds, Santa Rosa, CA WHAT WE LIKE:
Primus, The Flaming Lips, Edward Sharpe
Electric Forest Festival
June 30, Double JJ Ranch, Rothbury, MI WHAT WE LIKE:
Toubab Krewe, Bassnectar, Emancipator, String Cheese Incident, Pretty Lights, Big Gigantic, EOTO
Grateful Fest 2012
Nelson Ledges Quarry Park, Garretsville OH WHAT WE LIKE:
Rusted Root, Keller Williams, Jerry Garcia Band
$240+fees at price level 2
Super Ball IX (Phish)
July 1-3 Watkins Glen International, Watkins Glen, NY WHAT WE LIKE:
Camp Bisco X
July 7-9, Indian Lookout Country Club, Mariaville, NY WHAT WE LIKE:
The Disco Biscuits, Shpongle Live, Pretty Lights, Rusko, Ratatat, Black Moth Super Rainbow, Tobacco, Skrillex, Lotus, RJD2, Easy Star All Stars, Yeasayer, Emancipator
All Good Music Festival
July 14-17, Marvin's Mountaintop, Masontown, WV WHAT WE LIKE:
moe., Umphrey's, Toubab Krewe, STS9, Keller Williams, Furthur, Pretty Lights, Big Gigantic, Primus
$200 advance, $230 day of
$199 Thursday arrival, $169 Friday arrival
Pitchfork Music Festival
July 15-17, Union Park, Chicago, IL WHAT WE LIKE:
The rest of July, August, and September on the next page....
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Animal Collective, Fleet Foxes, OFWGKTA, DJ Shadow, TV on the Radio
$45/day (3-day sold out)
School’s Out Festival Calendar (Continued)
Gathering of the Vibes
July 21-24, Seaside Park, Bridgeport, CT WHAT WE LIKE:
Furthur, Jane's Addiction, moe., Big Gigantic
The Big Up
July 28-30, Sunnyview Farm, Ghent, NY WHAT WE LIKE:
EOTO, Big Gigantic, Raq
July 30, Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, Los Angeles, CA
WHAT WE LIKE:
Lauryn Hill, Immortal Technique
$90 advance, $120 Day of
$113 GA Field
August 5-7, Grant Park, Chicago, IL
Outside Lands Music & Arts Festival
August 12-14, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA WHAT WE LIKE:
Phish, The Meters, MGMT, Lotus
August 20 (other dates in other cities), Comcast Center, Mansfield, MA
WHAT WE LIKE:
Deadmau5, Atmosphere, Ratatat, Explosions in the Sky, The Mountain Goats
WHAT WE LIKE:
Rusko, Steve Aoki, DJ Shadow, Datsik
September 2-4, Randall's Island Park, New York, NY WHAT WE LIKE:
Moby, Boys Noize, MSTRKRFT, Big Gigantic, Skrillex, Infected Mushroom, The Bloody Beetroots
September 2-4, Gelston Castle Estate, Mohawk, NY WHAT WE LIKE:
moe., Ween, Railroad Earth
$115 tier 2
“Vibe” by Stephen Martin
AMERICAN IDIOT IS BRILLIANT
REVEREND GODLESS Before I begin, let me get this out of the way: I know it was overplayed into total oblivion. Green Day totally betrayed you or whatever. I totally get that and I’m here for you. Totally. But more importantly, I’m here to tell you something: American Idiot was a good album. “But Reverend,” you squeal in a delightfully whiny fashion, “How could you ever justify fucking ‘Give Me Novacaine’ to a hardxcore punk fan like myself?!” Well, sit back, little Jimmy, because I’m about to rock your world. If you were alive when the album came out, you enjoyed it at some point, that’s just science. For most of you reading this, you were most likely in middle school, just starting to get rebellious and anti-American after your brief stint with patriotism following 9/11;; that is to say, this album was made for you. Then, when it saw monumental success and was on every radio station every moment of every day, you had had enough and began to hate it;; again, for most of you, this was probably around when you were starting high school. This process actually corroborates what I’m about to tell you: not only was that album made for you, it was made about you-- or rather, us. Let’s take a look at the album as a whole, shall we? The music is mostly a loud, overly-polished, punk-ish sound that is designed to get in your face. The lyrics are contrived and whiny and the story is fairly weak and amorphous (The closest I can describe it: What if Fight Club and Ziggy Stardust had a baby and ditched it in some alley?) It is defiant and angry, but it doesn’t seem to know why. It goes places for seemingly no reason other than “fuck it” and then ends up back again with nothing to show for the trouble. It is for these reasons that it may very well be the most accurate artistic representation of our generation in existence. Not to put words into the mouths of Green Day, but when Cigarettes and Valentines was stolen and the group decided to make a concept album, they looked out at the youth of America and decided to tell their story. (Sidenote: When that story sold, the album’s style infected the band, causing the abortion known as 21st Century Breakdown to crawl out of the abyss. Let me make this clear: I will not defend that album, and yes, it is our fault that it exists. We are monsters.) This also explains our generation’s reactions towards it in our various stages of development. In middle school, it served as our voice as we found ourselves singing along and meaning every word without even knowing what the words meant. In high school, we turned our backs on it. This was partly due to the middle school connotation and partly because it was far too mainstream—it can no longer voice our rebellion if grandma is singing along, too. But now, in college, a time when many of us look back to our roots and do some soul-searching, perhaps we can all give the album another listen with this defense in mind and learn to appreciate how it relates to our lives today. Trust me. Even though it means you do in fact have to listen to “Wake Me Up When September Ends” for the OH-GOD-WHY-DOES-IT-KEEP- EXISTING-th time...it’s worth it.
Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up! This is the trick, this is what all the teachers and philosophers who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood! This is how magic is done: its done by hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering that its a featherbed.
“Untitled” by Verenice (Mexico)
ANNABEL LEE Dear ____________, There comes a time when you look back on your life and there’s so much that you feel you’ve missed;; and on the other hand, there’s also so much you wish you actually had missed. We continually ask ourselves what we would have done differently. We relive and replay moments of our lives in our heads like movie clips. Maybe we learn something from it. Maybe it helps us put things into perspective. Maybe it just drives the point home more. Maybe it makes it hurt less. Maybe it makes it hurt more. Maybe it makes us happier in some way. Maybe it keeps us in the past. Writing a letter to my past self seems so cliché--something I will perhaps later mock myself for doing because I feel like I’m in grade school. But you… you’re a part of me that doesn’t really exist anymore. Perhaps this is more an exercise in catharsis than “Untitled” by Hammy anything else because I am actively forcing myself to look upon the past and evaluate.
I wish that I had known so many things that I know now: that some people aren’t worth it and that others really are;; that it’s okay to RAINBOW make mistakes, and it always will be;; that school isn’t the only thing Sit all around children and ill tell you the tale of Rainbow.... to do in life;; that rules don’t always have to be followed;; and that life She was a long time in the making friends, ill is supposed to be questioned. tell you, If there were some way to actually send this letter to the past, perhaps I would put more thought into it, or maybe not more thought, but more substance—actual things of importance. Maybe I would pour my soul into some typed-up pages to send to a confused 10-year-old. I wonder what that 10-year-old would do. Would she actually consider the advice in the letter? Would she even know who I was? What a conundrum...what would you do? What else do I have to do but end this letter in a sigh and maybe some small, flickering and far off hope that one day I’ll be able to write to my past self in earnest? Because to be quite honest, she can use all the help she can get. This sorely misdirected letter… This is perhaps the most pointless thing I have ever written. Sincerely, _________________
Shes weathered many years of stormy hell, But out of the whipping wind and rain, A calm came again.... A bright light appears from the right, And it showers her minds eye with white light, Something inside is set in motion, In a shimmering explosion, Rainbow appears, Stretches out, expands, she is every color of the Universe, She is every mood, every feeling, She is beautiful and sweet, She is tragic, she is deep, She is shining! And all of a sudden, She is gone in an instant, She goes as fast as she came, Bursting into a thousand particles, She returns to the Universe!
IT WAS A RAINBOW SUMMER...
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with summer comes memories of summers past we asked our contributors who were kids in the nineties about their childhood favorites and collected some photos from the era for throwbacks the larger the answer, the more popular it was. photos are not credited to their submitees for pseudonym protection.
THC gets nostalgic
What did you want to be when you grew up?
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What video games did you like to play?
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m old whateverlayy d sibling p e
What was your favorite Pop Tart flavor?
brown sugar cinnamon
THE NINETIES (CONTINUED)
THC gets nostalgic
What were your favorite cartoons?
o y do b
What was your favorite summer treat?
snow s cone
rugrahtes powerpuff girls arthur looney tune t s po dexter’s lab
teenage mutant ninja t
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pinky and the brain
! hey arnold
What was your favorite book/series?
Who was your favorite Disney princess?
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lo n-ad ventu re bo magic tree hous e b
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SHELTER FROM THE STORM
The sheets crinkle onto my bare feet, As I strip my socks of dripping sleet, In the cotton covers I tightly wrap, With my knees squeezing up to my lap, The clicks of raindrops sooth my ears, As my mind and body grow free of fears, But someone out there soaks from the storm, As my body’s staying dry and warm, While he coughs and chokes on the city smoke, Tears overflow over the stiletto that broke, He chuckles as the suited businessman glares, His fingers stroking through his lucky hairs, The coins he jingles flatter him with ease, Seeing the thunder as only a breeze, Underneath these satin sheets I shrug, The pillow that makes me a languid slug Does this master bed make me truly blessed, Or leave me unable to be impressed, I would gladly give up this heated floor, To someone who’d appreciate it more
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Dear Reader, Just by picking this up and reading it, you are an awesome person. Our friend and fellow writer Sunny Side Up says it best: “The Happy Collective is not a destination where we finally meet each other, but rather it is a realization that we have been with each other all along.” Everyone who is involved in The Happy Collective finds joy not only in what we’ve created, but also in sharing it and interacting with other like-minded individuals. Do you have something you would like to contribute? Whether it be art, poetry, an essay, comments, suggestions, hellos, or virtual hugs, email them to firstname.lastname@example.org along with your desired pen name. Keep on keepin’ on, Jimmy Jazz and the rest of The Happy Collective P.S. - We will be sending good vibes your way. Note: Some of the original work has been edited for content and grammar.
“Life Cycles” by kef
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