Author: Noelle
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F@$K Joe Porter: Part Two, Electric Bugaloo
If There Ever Was a Vibe Killer… I almost didn’t go. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I hadn’t earned it. Job search? Dry. Finances? Shambles. Mom? Dead. (Though, not sure what I could’ve done about that one). Just yet another week where the most I accomplished was stirring myself into a…
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Talk
Talk. Talk here. Talk there. Talk me up. Talk down to me. Having fun? Small talk. Inconsequential and scattered. Chit chat. Floating everywhere. Big talk. Full of pride and anger. You’re full of talk aren’t you? Deep talk. Going down way into the soul, Penetrating something you never knew existed. How did you get here?…
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Heartbreak Hotel: DJ Pickles Edition
It was one of those nights… Sitting on my couch, I find myself staring down a bottle of the cheapest wine known to man and sobbing quietly. Okay, not that quietly. I’m reeling from a week of nonstop DoorDashing and processing emotions around (insert poly-related issue that proves communication is a rusted key and no…
