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Articles by halfhearted
I've always been fond of asking people what their favorite color is (fast fact: my parents have never asked me this question. Issues?). The responses are interesting; they tend to tell a lot more about a person than their astrological sign or whatever.
Sure, there are common responses. But...
I woke up yelling this morning. That's not a figure of speech.
Lifelong nightmares in dreams of red and yellow. They are dying, turning into browns and blues and violets with only the faintest traces of reds in tattoos and yellows in the tones of the paint.
An elderly man illustrated through...
As I watch gigantic trees sway in the wind, evergreens whose needles persevere through the winter, I can't help feeling romantic. Ridiculously sentimental admiration of the world. Sometimes, I wish I had their unthinking adaptability rather than the conscious personal need to change.
So tall...
I still make homemade cards for my family and friends for no reason other than to say things like thank you and I love you and I'm thinking of you.
The majority of people have a certain amount of imagination. Or, as the laymen refer to it, 'crazy' 'faith' 'creativity'. Since people coming up with their own thoughts about anything and everything causes all sorts of troubles, culture has evolved in a way that all of this trouble is used up...
There is a black landscape. Well, that may be an exaggeration, but the whole place is certainly quite dark. The lightest piece of rock could maybe pass for a burnt sienna on a good day. The last good day being somewhere in the neighborhood of three and a half years ago, give or take a few...
And so, it's all pointless, isn't it? Sure, the expressions of existence change, but the cycle of birth and death remains the same. An old realization that will, undoubtedly, continue to impress itself upon me time and time again.
I feel a bit like a mayfly today, only slightly more...
Having been raised Catholic, it would be an understatement to say I have a close acquaintance with guilt. Were guilt incarnated in human form, we'd have already picked out china patterns, discussed a joint 401k, and hatched a brood of remorseful little children. Running around all the time...
OBEY. MARRY. REPRODUCE. NO INDEPENDENT THOUGHT. CONSUME. CONFORM. SUBMIT. STAY ASLEEP. BUY. MONEY IS YOUR GOD. WATCH TV. NO IMAGINATION.
I was a bit shocked this morning, when I woke up and found my body had been turned into a pile of sandbags. And, to make matters worse, they were littered with holes where sand poured out, embedding my body deeper and deeper into the bed. Eventually, I managed to tie up the major holes, but I...
So, I thought I'd finally gotten rid of the monkey I've had on my back since kindergarten when I spent days scribbling out a storyline for the animal-themed superhero comic I'd been dreaming up in my spare time. A delusion that I could and should write things for recreation. And, worse yet, put...
Follow me, I need your help, the darkness said.
Something wrapped around the arm laying across my face. It was barely recognizable as a hand; the skin scratched like sandpaper. The hand pulled me to my feet, and my eyes opened as I stumbled upright.
Too bright. I closed my eyes again but...
Story: An eccentric, armchair anthropologist passes away after fathering a multitude of children on various women of different cultures. Incredibly incompetent and rarely meeting any culture outside of his own unless it is, in fact, in the bedroom, he still managed to accumulate a great deal of...
Someone who constantly says everything they are thinking and feeling without end, especially when they don't actually have anything to talk about. Watching television, they parrot a never-ending stream of lines and news bulletins with the occasional sigh or laugh before turning to you and...
Reflecting off the water, the sun was too bright for Eric to see. Bringing his hand up to shield his eyes, he caught sight of a small mass of fuchsia, sienna, and tan: his daughter crouched on the bank with her back to him. There was dirt on the edges of her new dress from where it trailed along...
A young lady suffering from insatiable curiosity.
The scent of sleepiness is sweet and seductive. A juicy, delicious smell, a touch of tartness underlying the sweetness. The feeling has a natural heat to it that smells like the sun-drenched skin of a strawberry. A fragrance that brings to mind indulgence, the methyl anthranilate of exhaustion...