These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

Primate Culture began, like a lot of things begin, as a result of boredom. Primate Cu lture is what you get when you put a slightly crazy person with a lot of free time in a room with a lot of free Internet for long periods of time.

I am NOT my hair! July 6, 2015. So this post was inspired by a couple of articles I just read about certain hairstyles defining a group of people.

She went ahead to mention something that made my heart skip a beat. My birthday is on the 8th of January! You had better get me a gift or else! My mind clouded with dark thoughts and my spirit drifted towards the abyss of Hell. The cigarette I held started to quiver in my hand as I tried to get a grip of myself. How does it feel to be a father? .

I cried on that flight. Of course I cried on that flight. Well, Because Jacob sticks with you in the story. Loves you more, Longer. Jacob also has a lot more significance on a spiritual and metaphorical level. Rachel was just a transit character. In the grand design of the story? Yeah, I cried on that flight.

My Words, My Thoughts, My Life, My Friends, My Work, My imaginations. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, Something is out of tune. At the back of my throat. Sore like I swallowed hot coal. Middle of my back down my spine. Covered by my puffy hair.