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So I like them good movies like S-dog Millionaire, Exit Through the Gift Shop, and that one about the Shawshank prison, but if you don’t like Wall-E then I don’t think you know how to love because that shit makes my soul weep every time I see it. 

Harry Potter occupied my angsty years in middle school and a Song of Fire and Ice is brutally amazing. That’s all I feel like discussing about literature.

That said. The Walking Dead scratches my zombie itch, and Game of Thrones is the best show on TV, nuff said. It’s also safe to say I’ve had air bending withdrawal before, so I love Avatar and Legend of Korra.

As for music, don’t get me started, Kendrick’s the best rapper out there right now, and for some reason I think of Frank Ocean whenever I’m Thinkin’ ‘Bout You.

Atmosphere makes the Sunshine better because Yesterday I saw my dead dad, but whenever I listen to Calvin Harris I have a Flashback to when I saw him at Lollapalooza.

Deadmau5 is awesome, and Daft Punk is my favorite band because they are Harder, Better, Faster, and Stronger than anyone else on the market, they also show me how to Get Lucky with people I don’t care about.

Some Nights I like to have Fun. because that’s the only way to listen to Kanye West while he registers late to dropping out of college. I also aranged my stuffed animals around my pillow, making an Animal Collective while My Girls dance to their LCD Soundsystem. But sometimes All My Friends make me Panic! at the Disco because When The Day Met The Night Ratatat comes with their Loud Pipes looking for attention.

All I really want is Justice for D.A.N.C.E. because Fred Falke knows how to lay down a bass line at 8:08 pm At The Beach, except when Madeon’s young face plays that Macklemore & Ryan Lewis’ Remix because that shit gets me hoppin’.

Honestly, though, MGMT just thinks It’s Time to Pretend that their Kids because the Beastie Boys decide to Make Some Noise.

Pink Floyd make classics, and Porter Robinson shows us that it’s Easy to speak his Language.

Now don’t take me as a Twilight fan, but I don’t mind having a Vampire Weekend every once in a while, and who really gives a fuck about an Oxford Comma.

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Angry Haiku

Eff you, negative
Comment, go home, I hope you
Fall into a hole

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My first blackout poem.

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A poem I wrote way back in high school. Enjoy!

I am average.

This is determined by one number: 20, 23, 24, 27, 31…36? “36? Oh my god, you’re a genius, I’m so jealous of you.”

Contrary to belief, I’m not jealous, I don’t think that is a genius, show me your ideas that are brilliant and resilient, effective and introspective, bold and behold for that is a genius.

A genius is not made by a test, instead a being that is so original and creative that it usually goes unblessed

But that is not me. I am a 24. I am the 75th percentile. I AM…average.

I ask, “But what about my work ethic, my traits, who I am.”

They say, “You’ve already shown us. You are average.”

“I don’t understand.”

“But what is there not to understand? You rank here, and that is the best you will ever do.”

Numbers seem to determine our place in society. Our weight, height, age, salary, grades. It seems that somewhere we’ve lost ourselves in the numbers.

“30% of you will try marijuana when you get to college.”, “1 in 2 of you will have sex during your teenage years, leading to more STIDs and teen pregnancy.”, “3 in 4 of you will drink alcohol by the end of high school.”

Data like this always conveys a negative image, making me think that our new generation has no hope. I prefer this stat, 100% of us will make our own decisions, based on evidence and judgment that make us who we are as imperfectly perfect human beings.

I refuse to believe a number defines who I am because numbers will always end up as “just another brick in the wall.” Another grain of sand in the sandbox. Another moment in time slowly ticking away.

And I’m sorry, but if that’s true I must say that “we don’t need no education” because if those bricks aren’t any different, I must break that wall down, I will break numbers…down.

I’m average…huh?

No I’m a human being with integrity, with honesty, respect, confidence, pride, truth, and all of what makes me who…I…Am.

If I’m a brick, I’m the best damn brick to ever have been put in a wall, if I’m a grain of sand, I’m the most fun grain of sand to ever have set foot in that sandbox, If I’m a moment in time, I am the defining moment of time.

“But if we don’t have numbers, we don’t have facts, studies, proof, society…is based on numbers.”

Percentages, fractions, variables, subtraction, addition, multiplication, division, you name it, I’ve learned it, you ask it, I’ve answered it.

Society may be based on numbers…but humanity is not.

People are complex, never to be fully understood, but always what they want themselves to be, always what they should.

So you may say that I’m average…

I say I’m me.

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