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    Picture: Escape

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    Living the Lie

    Warning: this is a pseudo-listicle. Recently I’ve been read­ing titanic writ­ing from GQ, the NY and LA Times, Esquire, Wired; learn­ing big new words like metas­ta­size and scro­fu­lous and pul­chri­tudi­nous— guess which one means…

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    Picture: Louis Braille, Legend

    I hope I’ve done this jus­tice. Every bust, every por­trait of this man shows a dif­fer­ent face. And none of them is easy to cap­ture in out­lines– at least, not for an ama­teur. I remem­ber…

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    He Makes Verse

    This orig­i­nally appeared on mis​ter​agye​man​.blogspot​.com on July 14, 2015. My mail inbox just tried to kill me. I opened Gmail this morn­ing after a heavy 12-hour marathon of work, rush­ing to redeem a long-deferred promise of mine.…

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    Story: Jasper

    This orig­i­nally appeared on mis​ter​agye​man​.blogspot​.com on June 15, 2015. Hello. It’s been a while. I haven’t felt like writ­ing much. But I decided to do so this week, to fix a brood­ing phase which wasn’t helped much by…

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    PoxVop: Hugger Not A Fighter

    I’ve been a fan of boxing all my life. That said, every insight into the sport and the busi­ness pushed me father away, until now I’m too self-con­scious to enjoy the eye-bust­ing and jaw-break­ing.…

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    About My Cancelled Concert

    I want to apol­o­gize to all those who were so nice and sup­port­ive when I said that I was going to do a con­cert. The Sitdown was an exper­i­ment- ‘no cash, just kind­ness’, I said , and…

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    Story: Bobo

    A coming-of-age tale. Around the third term of Class Five, thoughts of love begin to cir­cu­late. Everything con­spires to make things this way. Torsos begin to adver­tise gender. The weather grows moist and…

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    Picture: Transcend

    I make a lot of pic­tures these days. It’s weird how I tran­si­tion from words to music to pic­tures. It would be nice if I could hold all three at any one time. I started draw­ing this…

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