Tag Archives: World

A Bunch of Stuff

Posted on October 9, 2017 by Paul

I don’t really have one thing to say, I have a lot of things to say. And I’m warning you now, this may come across as a rant. Also, I have a headache right now. And my right eye is … Continue reading →

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Show

Posted on February 9, 2017 by Paul

Your shoes don’t fit quite like I thought they would your backpack weighs me down more than I knew it could I gag at your clothes I blow my nose the theatre fills up rows upon rows and I wish I could take this off burn … Continue reading →

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Stop It

Posted on January 30, 2017 by Paul

I feel a rant coming on, so get’cha popcorn ready and add butter because this one is gonna be a real finger licker. I don’t know what that means. Get yourself a napkin if you must. I don’t want you … Continue reading →

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I Took Notes During The Second Presidential Debate

Posted on October 11, 2016 by Paul

I was not home Sunday night to watch the second presidential debate. I was at a baseball game, which you can read about here. But that didn’t stop me from recording it on the PVR and watching it the next day. Yes, … Continue reading →

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I Didn’t Ask For A Participation Trophy

Posted on September 22, 2016 by Paul

I was nine-years-old when I received my first participation trophy for failing to come in first place in house league softball. It was the first trophy I’d ever received. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t know that, … Continue reading →

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Puppets

Posted on August 29, 2016 by Paul

There are very few people who speak the same language anymore put them in a room and close the door because everyone else is a puppet so proud of being a muppet putting out thoughts that spread like polka dots meaningless on their own … Continue reading →

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A Letter To Petrina

Posted on August 12, 2016 by Paul

Dear Petrina, Hello and bonjour my fellow Canadian! Don’t worry, I won’t do this whole letter in english and french. Just french. Comment ça va? Ça va bien? Me too. Une question pour vous: Où est le pamplemousse? Dans la … Continue reading →

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Hollow

Posted on July 18, 2016 by Paul

The same images fill our eyes again and again it happens all the time, but we never know when. Can we finally ask the question and demand a reply? No one else has to die. From the ground they have risen to … Continue reading →

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Scroll Like Zombies

Posted on March 29, 2016 by Paul

If I ask a question would anyone answer or is an answer too much to ask and we scroll like zombies I’ll ask anyway just in case someone has something to say and we scroll like zombies what happened to the world what happened … Continue reading →

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Thoughts I Have That You Should Have

Posted on September 11, 2015 by Paul

I don’t really feel like writing a compelling introduction right now, so this is what you’re going to get. You’re going to get about three or four sentences of me just filling space until I feel like I can jump … Continue reading →

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