the academy of aj

 courses for this semester:

1. stay cool

2. be hip

3. don’t be not hip nor not cool

4. ????

5. prophet????!!


7. +

8. profit*


im cyncial lyricist

i’m not even good at shit

well i am but i’m not the shit

i part of it

i’m at war with my art and it

rips apart my heart or whatever

something smooth that makes you think a bit

and sounds cool like i knew where i was going with it

i hate not enough rhymes with shit

i mean art tart cart dart start making 

sense for a second 

now something that rhymes with it

comes back like I knew where was i going with this

and now wrap it all up with a nice metaphor

where i say what i mean like you know what i meant

cause i just made a scene and the 

i don’t see the pictures

in the lines

on the floor


i really think this website is what i needed.

i really think this website is what i needed.


the academy of aj

courses for this semester:

1. actually retaining html knowledge

2. hiragana phonetics 


It’s not like being sad. sadness is much easier to define. there’s usually a trigger point, some event or person the sadness is tied to. you’ve understood sadness all your life.

depression just quietly ties a rope around your body and drags you away from your life. it doesn’t make you cry or frown. you just drift away. and it locks you in a glass sphere away from your hopes and dreams. from your loves. from anything that makes you happy. a dull, matte grey paint blankets over everything you own. it all just feels empty and dead. you want to go somewhere but nowhere seems like where you want to go. everything everywhere is motionless, lifeless. and after a while you aren’t even upset anymore. you’ve given in to living in a bubble. every once in a while something will come around and make you smile or laugh, but nothing can break the glass. you’re just trapped. hoping the medication or the cigarettes or the alcohol or the weed will wake you up one day to remember everything you were living for before. all the reasons you remember driving you to work at what you were working so hard at everyday seem blurred or stupid. you wish you could just remember why you wanted so badly to keep on living. what it was that made you so happy to be alive just the other day.


oh yeah i forgot i had a personal tumblr or whatever.

anyway, why can’t i be that designer that just uses helvetica all the time


what does it take to be that guy?


you can practice what you preach

but you still can’t preach to me

'case i already know the teachers.



if this post gets less than 2 notes i’m going to leave and hang out with real people.

I went and hung out with real people anyway

fuck the system 



Life is a lot better now.

i hope i can keep this mentality for a while at least

until i get my feet on the ground

i feel like my mind is a balloon that i’m holding onto

and at some point when i’m not looking

someone will come and cut the string

and i won’t even notice until it’s far into the atmosphere


as actually crazy as this sounds, i don’t think i would have made it out of the mental hospital with any shred of sanity had i never played portal / portal 2.

it really changed my life.

i hope you’re reading this, Valve.

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