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To be 30 | The Anarchist Project
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March 19, 2014. One of the truly great things in my life. I have a beautiful life. I live in an amazing city filled with amazing friends. I have a career job that’s mildly interesting, cheap rent, and a girlfriend that I absolutely and completely adore. Sometimes I wonder how I got to be so lucky. At the same time, I wonder, is this it? Is this what someone is supposed to do in their 30s? Let their dreams fade in exchange for comfort and respectability? The dream is making your mark on the world, of peop...
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Give me More. | The Anarchist Project
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No Red Lights Tonight. To be 30 →. January 11, 2013. It’s cold today. Not Minnesota cold, but cold nonetheless. I have the day off, and the sun is out, so I can’t really complain. It’s one of those days where things just feel right. I spent the last hour wandering around Oldtown. Headphones in, and my hard face on; but on the inside, I’m smiling. More about me, and less about them. I want more. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. And tagged brother ali. No Red Lights Tonight. To be 30 →. This echoes ...
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Newer posts →. No Pity in the Rose City. May 30, 2012. I turned onto Burnside and was confronted by a middle-aged homeless man beating the shit out of a fire hydrant, with what appeared to be a rolled-up newspaper. The man stopped and stared at me. I stared back. It’s best not to show fear in these types of situations, but to play it cool, like this is nothing new or out of the ordinary. I shrugged, as if to show him that I. And in a way, I did. Who hasn’t been there? A crowd had gathered at the intersec...
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No Pity in the Rose City | The Anarchist Project
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No Pity in the Rose City. May 30, 2012. I turned onto Burnside and was confronted by a middle-aged homeless man beating the shit out of a fire hydrant, with what appeared to be a rolled-up newspaper. His body heaving with anger, but he made no sound. Just furious smacks ringing out against the morning traffic, complemented by grunts of exertion. The light changed, but I made no move to cross the street. This was way too interesting. What could possibly be going on in his head? Suddenly, the man was back ...
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untitled (period) | The Anarchist Project
https://theanarchistproject.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/untitled-period
Musings from the Lucky House →. August 3, 2012. The neon of her shoelaces detracted from the seriousness of her scowl. And allowed her mean words to ring somewhat hollow. It was if she were playing a role, trying to be pissed, at the consistency of her soy based mocha latte (no whip). It’s supposed to be mid-90s this weekend, and I will fry like a lobster. Though that may not be the proper wording. Does one fry a lobster? Bake like a lobster! I have faith in you. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
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random | The Anarchist Project
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No Pity in the Rose City. On Break Ups →. June 12, 2012. Wake up, it’s just another morning. Fight From Above said that, before the death of fun in that glorious summer of 2011. Or was it 2008? But mostly, all I’m looking for is a hand to hold. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. No Pity in the Rose City. On Break Ups →. 3 responses to “ random. June 12, 2012 at 2:31 pm. You should randomly wax philosophical more often- dig the Live reference. June 13, 2012 at 2:22 am. June 16, 2012 at 10:03 am.
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Faith vs Work | The Anarchist Project
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No Pity in the Rose City →. February 14, 2012. At some point it hit me that no matter how much positive energy I send out, I can’t sit around waiting for good things to fall into my lap. There is also the putting in work part. The long hours and the grind that every successful person knows. This is a fact of life, and something I’d forgotten about. Keep the faith, but in the meantime, put the hours in. It’ll all work out, but only if you work hard enough for it. Take a second to check him out. I hear my ...
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Contact me via seanmcbrown at gmail. Hit me up via Twitter @SeanMcBrown. Don’t steal my words, they don’t always come easy. 4 responses to “ About. November 26, 2009 at 10:03 am. Go n-éirigh an bóthar leat. MAY THE ROAD MET YOU ON YOUR FUTURE TRAVEL. November 3, 2010 at 7:26 am. I just spent the better part of my morning reading back through your archives. And I kind of feel like I found buried treasure. Wow. Just, wow. November 25, 2010 at 2:50 pm. I’m loving the posts! I hope you are well!
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He’s family. | The Anarchist Project
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Faith vs Work →. January 11, 2012. Yo cuz, what’d you say your cousin got out for? Ah, he took some kid’s eye out. Yea man, some kid was running his mouth about something or other and it came to a head. What’d you mean, it came to a head? I told you, boys had words, it got sorted out. What’d you want from me? I’d like to know how our new roommate came to be incarcerated, and if he is a threat to you or me or anyone we might happen to have over to the house. It went down like this. Anyway, the kid goes in...
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Musings from the Lucky House | The Anarchist Project
https://theanarchistproject.wordpress.com/2012/08/08/musings-from-the-lucky-house
No Red Lights Tonight →. Musings from the Lucky House. August 8, 2012. She looked at me when she said that, her eyebrow raised. Perhaps an invitation, perhaps a suggestion, perhaps a challenge. I smiled back, one of. She asked if I wanted to keep a key to her apartment while she was at work. I declined, and caught a cab to the airport. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. No Red Lights Tonight →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.