Author: kiraleigh

How to Sound Smart & Other Observations

Smart people say smart things, they speak politely and with courtesy, they make it a point to write eloquently and use great diction. Smart people don’t say non-smart things, they don’t cuss and swear like drunken hookers, and they make it a point not to write like an idiot on skype or twitter, as though they only have thumbs and not all five fingers attached to their meat hooks. Smart people don’t use ad hominem […]

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Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz Smells like Burnt Plastic, In a Good Way

I wasn’t a fan of popular music for most of my life. I’d have to say in retrospect nineties grunge was popular, and really anything popular to the mainstream is considered ‘popular’ but I’m getting ahead of myself here. To me, throughout my angsty teen years up through my troubled artist college years (and ramen-inhaling-due-to-poverty years, it seems), popular music was pale. Thin like paper, white like a ghost, and hard to access (for me). […]

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Freelancing Adventure! Super happy #FML

I have recently taken up, in my free time, reaching out to score some social media, marketing, branding, and web consultation work. Easy enough, right? I’ve been doing it for years, on and off. But this time it’s through freelancer.com. And this time it leaves a sour taste in my mouth and I feel as though I’ve aged twenty years. My hair is white. That might be from the bleach I used earlier to dye […]

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Writings: ELLY

EL had her hands stretched out on a giant illumination, thin fingers feelings for new nodes and pulses in the general swarm of their populace. Their synthetic populace, that had for centuries lived in tall, towering organelles. Organic buildings, organic lighting, organic machinery. But machinations in their truest order, for they were replicated with code and process, and the science of the natural world was used to purify the planet. And the human race. The […]

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Writings: Yellow

He would wonder often if it was just something inside of himself. Something that ate away at bits and parts that made him feel, above all things, that he was alone in this world. Dementia may be of the mind, and cancer may be of the body, but what is the soul without both mind and body? Is a soul inherently sick if it chooses to go left instead of right? To take the unbeaten […]

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Sick Beats

 

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