being broke in dc

For the past 65 days I’ve been riding the metro for free. It’s easy, just follow someone really close while they’re clocking in, place your wallet over the sensor to mimic your own entry and Voilà! You are now officially granted one free ride courtesy of ...well whoever. The tricky part comes when you’ve reached your destination and you have to exit the station by clocking in your metro card once more. This can pose as a problem when it’s 2:00 in the morning and the only people around are the people leaving or going to their houses or the graveyard shift. But the subways don’t care. Besides, hopping turnstiles is beneath me. I’d just as soon lie. 

Jun 20, 2009

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silence is golden

Sing a song that needs no introduction.
In flight,
I am falling.
But I have fallen.
Silent.
Silent to those who all spoke their name louder than mine. All those seethers, those leeches, those rats who don’t give a damn about their fellow man and would if they could, feed off their neighbor’s flesh.
This is a song for the back stabbers, for heaven knows your fate.

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kall it a komeback

Money.. these are things I need. Things I want. With no means of visible transportation I am caught between the visible landscape of the unseen and the unfortunate. I am petrified: stone made from the dynasties of another man’s destiny. How am I to succeed? By jumping the make. Starting early. I will finish what needs to be finished, and waste not a minute on the meandering thoughts of patient hesitation. I will go. And I will go hard.
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