It means ‘cool heart’. It’s essentially this concept that making a scene in public is taboo and if you try any of that shit here mang, you have to worry about not just the person you’re fighting but onlookers as well...
Sexy Coyote’s performance was a true highlight of the night, and despite a/v issues the band played on, their lead singer/keytarist at one point championing through the seated crowd and giving everyone a chance to punch the keys.
No regrets, without all I would have never become the emotionally disturbed person who called herself Pantifesto’s Pornastic Phunhouse on MySpace where I was encouraged to do open-mics.
We’re all telling ourselves a story about ‘how’ this all is ‘going,’ with no real beginning or end—and doing a lot of work to filter our actions and the world forces we’re responding to through shifting/incomplete/inherited taxonomies of meaning and meaning making…
I guess I would say the ambition is easy to maintain because it sustains itself on my fundamental enthusiasm to talk about movies or anything else in media that interests me.
...when I was first diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis at the age of 20, it really was a shock to the system. I’d been drawing and writing since childhood and art was always such a huge part of my identity.
i feel like every single thing i did before reclaiming my title as a diarist was a serious injury to what i want to do as a writer. line breaks were broken bones slowing me down from grabbing the big belt which for me are volumes of anti-novels, serial essays, and notes.
