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    Now that you are gone, it is again the lonely couple—a man and his own dreams, slowly crumbling with the burden of age, the nine to five routine, the stucco walls of my apartment more real than the mountains that I always chased, the last ray of a golden, delicious sunshine sliding into sunset—I just want to lasso it, hold it to my breast, bask in its glorious warmth, savor the magic it ignites in me—so quickly it slips through the fingers, through the soul, through the mind, to join my dying memories in the taunting game of hide-and-seek. Mortality raises its gleaming knife above the thinning hair of my head, delicately etching thin lines into my face, as it admires my bravery but always knowing that it will be the victor at the end of the battle—a gallant David against a kind, wise, but ruthless Goliath, except that David’s stone never scratched the giant, never hurt him in the least bit. “Come,” it says, with a kindly pat on the head, heavy with the wisdom that it imparts grief everywhere it treads, but understanding of the fear of the unknown that people are all so afflicted with. My lips trembling, my hands shaking, I reach out with the utmost innocent fear to grasp the hand of something much older, much more powerful, much wiser than I could ever be. And I get up, leaving behind a shell that at once gave me so much heady exuberance but also became a shackle, letting all my cruel dreams melt dejectedly into the shell, shock on their faces as I walk away and smile.

more to come, eventually.

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a sweet little video I made for my history of hip hop class. czech it out yea? it'll be a good fifteen minutes spent, I promise!