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Author Archives: Jacob Virtue
Of Love and Apathy
I fear becoming apathetic and cold.
I feel I’ve found what I dread disguised as hate.
I’ve seen it ruin young and old,
And I hope I’ve not realized it too late.
Fictional Memoirs: Compassion
I feel sick.
The pit of my stomach is bothered. It’s not the pills that anguish me. I think it’s the hills. The constant journey, up then down, makes my strength wane and brings me to the ground. For a moment I feel bold, but the next I’m frozen, not from fear, but from insensibility.
Life’s Aspiring Song
Living with sincere joy,
While preaching doubts that constant toy.
This style bifurcates as my train chugs on.
Jackson and Annabel: A Conclusion
~!WAIT!~ Don't read this if you haven't read part 1, Jackson and Annabel: A Contrast and part 2, Jackson and Annabel: A Crash first. This is the conclusion of the three part installment of the hipster-romance between Jackson and Annabel.
Remembering
Since we last left Jackson, he was still a self-absorbed millennial sponging off of his family and random girls for meals and attention. His dream girl, Annabel, was last seen peddling away, as he sat on the side of the road, clothes drenched with water and stained with grass.
Waiting, wishing, and wanting.
Do not compromise.
Do not give way to debauchery. Do you think you are the first to discover what you think is enlightenment? All you’ve done is accepted moral loopholes like others before you. Can you not see that it only leads to more emptiness? This is not the way to feel whole. There is an Absolute in which you can build, breath, and believe.
Dorito Bag’s Abyss
There
are things
I ought not do.
Things I allude to
dude. These things make
Jackson And Annabel: A Crash
This is a continuation of the fable Jackson and Annabel: A Contrast
Remembering
Since we last heard of Jackson, the pretentious self-actualized hipster, he had just left the sort of hipster girl Annabel and was departing from his favorite shoebox rooftop building with the intent to return at a later date in hope of confronting new contrasting edges to provoke his unique personality to action. One can only imagine the
Live for more
Photo taken by Lucas Johnson during the 10th World Wide Instagram Meet in St. Louis.
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What good is it to live a lie as someone else,
Endlessly exhausting myself?
What good is it to play empty roles in a world that folds under itself?
An Ode to Wi-Fi
Wi-Fi
Everywhere I go, you seem to slow
Wi-Fi
Stop disconnecting
Assorted Virtues 