Catalysts, Catechists, & the Chasm Before Us

cat·a·lyst (ktl-st)n.play_w2(“C0153900”) 1. Chemistry A substance, usually used in small amounts relative to the reactants, that modifies and increases the rate of a reaction without being consumed in the process. 2. One that precipitates a process or event, especially without being involved in or changed by the consequences: This word is frequently used in association with me by members of the opposite sex. I believe it has been repeatedly used incorrectly. Whatever process or events I may precipitate, I am never, ever left unscathed. In fact, I wish I were a catalyst sometimes. I could waft through someone’s world like…

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Brown Rice Takes The Longest, But It’s the Best For You.

As I’m waiting for the timer to ding, I’m perched on the edge of my seat, Toulouse snoring loudly and tucked in beside the laptop. Perched on the edge of my seat. Are you listening? I ran this by my brother, because he knows things about your chromosome. He says you are probably running game, which I already knew, but that it sounds like it comes from a genuine place of hurt. Who among us has NOT been hurt? Who isn’t terrified to meet a new gaze directly? To peel off the layers and show someone your muffin top, or…

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Carriage Return

My heart feels like an 8 x 11 sheet with one too many typos, snatched from the machine, crumpled into a hard, angry ball and tossed in the general direction of the waste paper basket, which it has narrowly missed and has instead landed with a faint thud on the broadloom beside your old sneakers.

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Take This LongingLeonard Cohen(A Weekend Synopsis by Schnoo) Many men have loved the bellsyou fastened to the rein,and everyone who wanted youthey found what they will always want again.Your beauty lost to you yourselfjust as it was lost to them.Oh take this longing from my tongue,whatever useless things these hands have done.Let me see your beauty broken downlike you would do for one you love. Your body like a searchlightmy poverty revealed,I would like to try your charityuntil you cry, “Now you must try my greed.”And everything depends uponhow near you sleep to me Just take this longing from my…

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A Fortress to Call My Home

Tonight was dancing to our favourite live band at the Orbit Room. It was too many drinks, and all of my girlfriends wanting to be so close. It was dancing so much to such great music, and not caring who was watching. It was tall, sexy, bald Patrick – a stranger – dancing with the skinny girl with dreadlocks first, and then finding me when he realized she wasn’t interested. It was me, feeling shitty about fifteen extra pounds. It was mostly fantastic music, And Enrique with his ear flaps and strong eyebrows. Shorter than the other boys. Not there…

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