Male , 26-30
F*ck I love capitalism.
I'm an avid author and amateur but enthusiastic photographer in northern Michigan.
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Member Since Jan 11, 2013
Vices Smoking, drinking, rousing rabble.
Music Indie, Folk Rock
Local Time December 11th, 8:10 AM
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Goodbye, Cruel World. The green packet opens with the sound of paper ripping. I tear it right across the Kool-Aid man's stupid smile. Bringing the small pouch to my nose, I inhale the scent, coughing a little... [more]
MisterManners has shared 14 Mature Experiences
Oh, Josie. I can recall my favorite moment with you so clearly despite the fact that it was over a decade ago. The Autumn chill and all the leaves in the streets. Some of of them looked like hearts, so we took p… [more]
A Heat Rash In The Shape Of The Show-me State -- Los Campesinos! She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colors. They kept it like a pet; a private joke they told no others. And how the tissue repaired, and how it turne… [more]
I'm A Pretty Good Listener So if anyone ever just needs to vent, I'll always have an ear for you. Two of them! I can't promise my advice is always good, but I've never minded people getting things off their chests when they nee… [more]
Bright Eyes -- Landlocked Blues If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way, I'll walk this way… [more]
Oh, EmmaI watched her at the edge of the lake, rocked back onto the balls of her feet and resting her chest against her knees. She had just come out of the water and was making a little pattern of some sort in the sand with her finger, the sunlight making the droplets all over her back and shoulders look like tiny, glittering stars. I had loved her since the 9th grade, always the close friend but never able to pronounce my adoration in the way that I wanted. Now I was in my early twenties and not and inch closer to telling her how I felt. The shining stars all over her body in that moment seemed apt -- she may as well have been in the sky, as far above me as I had always considered her. She belonged… [more]
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