Writer for Fringe-Music. Original Poetry and Prose located here. If you have a music act of any kind in the Seattle Area, please message me a link to your page.

  1. "May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view."

    Edward Abbey  (via thatkindofwoman)

    (Source: mrjohnkeats, via inzypinz)

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  2. tumblropenarts:

Artist Name: Rachel McHugh
Tumblr: http://rochstil.tumblr.com/
 ”I-99 in Central PA”Oil on Canvas - Minor edits in Photoshop

    tumblropenarts:

    Artist Name: Rachel McHugh

    Tumblr: http://rochstil.tumblr.com/

     ”I-99 in Central PA”
    Oil on Canvas - Minor edits in Photoshop

    (via inzypinz)

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  3. "It is one of life’s laws that as soon as one door closes another opens. But the tragedy is we look at the closed door and disregard the open one."

    André Gide (via tierradentro)

    (via punkswithcleankitchens)

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  4. Four shorts from a six-short series

    .I.

    Theres a hurricane that sits inside my chest

    sitting quietly behind my ribs threatening to break loose and ruin everything

    It is the size of the sky in Oklahoma.

    If you listen closely, it sounds like a whistling tea kettle.

    .II.

    I’m kissing a woman in an ally way.

    Her hair is blue, or orange, or blonde, and next week

    it will be a different color and half of it will be shaved.

    There is a pizza shop nearby, but we don’t go there.

    It is exactly 1000 steps down this allyway to the derelict house where she lives. The walls are stained in cigarette ash. My closest friends live there. They listen to Motorhead and let the minors drink and pass out upstairs.

    In 4 months I’ll leave and never come back, even though I wish I could.

    ……

    .V.

    Theres a hurricane that sits inside my chest

    and its been quiet lately.

    My barometric pressure has been dropping.

    .VI.

    I’m in the woods along the Yukon river.

    There is a big foot like creature that all of the people in town have claimed to see, but they don’t like to talk about it.

    It is a harbinger of death.

    I have the day off and I find the ruins of an Air Force installation. The sign reads “do not create dust, asbestos underneath.”

    I walk in the other direction until another sign reads “toxic beyond this point”.

    I walk back to town and buy a coca-cola for 4 dollars.

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  5. I kissed you while military planes took off 50 feet away.
I woke up next to the yukon river, lost in the woods that are older than tribes that live among them. Ice spun along the surface, it was going to be a violent winter. It was all going to be very violent.
I wrote you letters while it rained on my tent, and I watched the drops roll off the sides, staring up wondering when I would have the chance to finally see those green lights shine just barely out of reach, between my finertips and the stars that have already burned out.
I fell asleep beside you looking over The Sound, and we crunched the leaves and flowers on the streets and on our bed, and we left a mess to be cleaned up in the morning.

    I kissed you while military planes took off 50 feet away.

    I woke up next to the yukon river, lost in the woods that are older than tribes that live among them. Ice spun along the surface, it was going to be a violent winter. It was all going to be very violent.

    I wrote you letters while it rained on my tent, and I watched the drops roll off the sides, staring up wondering when I would have the chance to finally see those green lights shine just barely out of reach, between my finertips and the stars that have already burned out.

    I fell asleep beside you looking over The Sound, and we crunched the leaves and flowers on the streets and on our bed, and we left a mess to be cleaned up in the morning.

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  6. thefeministkilljoy:

trigger warning for rape
PUBLIC PROPERTY
A new zine about rape culture, accepting submissions in any format. Deadline is 31st August 2014. Email publicpropertyzine@gmail.com or message me on here. Looking for submissions about anything to do with rape culture, from catcalling to victim blaming to slut shaming to sexist representation in the media to your own stories. Feel free to submit any kind of medium you want, whether it’s photography, writing, or abstract art.
Please reblog!




I may submit to this, work load pending

    thefeministkilljoy:

    trigger warning for rape

    PUBLIC PROPERTY

    A new zine about rape culture, accepting submissions in any format. Deadline is 31st August 2014. Email publicpropertyzine@gmail.com or message me on here. Looking for submissions about anything to do with rape culture, from catcalling to victim blaming to slut shaming to sexist representation in the media to your own stories. Feel free to submit any kind of medium you want, whether it’s photography, writing, or abstract art.

    Please reblog!

    I may submit to this, work load pending

    (via alienshea)

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  7. Home

    I really enjoy being a music journalist, but the worst part is that all these damn hooligans want me to be at their shows, and their shows usually don’t let out until after 11 pm!

    What do they think I am, 19?! 

    At any rate, here is a link to our website. I feel like i’m 60 in punk years, but I fully plan on living to 200 in real years so at least theres that.

    I love you all so much. Please do what you love, and love what you do.

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  8. michaeltunk:

"delicate" collaboration with my friend daviddelruelle



I was lucky enough to see some of Michael Tunks works at a Gallery in my neighborhood not too long ago, he makes some excellent collages. 

Check him out!

    michaeltunk:

    "delicate" collaboration with my friend daviddelruelle

    I was lucky enough to see some of Michael Tunks works at a Gallery in my neighborhood not too long ago, he makes some excellent collages. Check him out!
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  9. There is a visual art piece that lives inside my chest and keeps trying to claw it’s way out.

    There is a man somewhere in the center of town who has lost his dog.

    There is a plane somewhere over the Pacific Ocean that is never going to be seen again.

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