dreams #3

I'm unsure of why at 10:43 AM on a Monday while I'm at work listening to Kllo am I being reminded of a dream I had at least two weeks ago. While I was sick from March 21st to March 30th, I had a number of fantastic feeling dreams. I didn't write down a single … Continue reading dreams #3 →

robby #21

I don't quite feel like an "essential worker" right now. I have never fucked around at work as much as I have so far today. On a normal workday, I get in about 70 to 80 streams. I still have two hours left in my shift & I'm sitting at 115 listens as I'm writing … Continue reading robby #21 →

robby #20

Thursday nights means new music, which means new playlists of songs I've yet to hear. Here's a short list of artists that for the next few days I'll be building a new relationship with, or continuing one:-Thundercat-BANKS-Drake-Frank Ocean-Kllo-Bobby Raps-Lila Drew-The 1975 To be honest, I hate to have to mention it but the corona virus … Continue reading robby #20 →

robby #19

I have extreme troubles with stopping things that I probably shouldn't have started. I'm talking about things that can't necessarily "end"; smoking, getting drunk, and reading the wikipedia plot summaries of visual medias. Twenty-four hours ago, I told my friend Nick I have absolutely no intention of watching anything of Ozark. Since then, I've read … Continue reading robby #19 →

robby #18

Jason Bateman is your favorite actor when you forget at least seven other actors exist. Hancock(I believe) was my first exposure to the More Than Good Enough Suburban Dad Actor. A type of character he'd play in Arrested Development, a show that I didn't particularly fall in love with, but managed to completely binge within … Continue reading robby #18 →

robby #17

I have a few recently created but unfinished drafts for this blog sitting around in the cloud, and I can't seem to bring myself to keep working on any of them. In a horrible twist of events, they are all about the same thing, the sources of and the effects of, my pain. Like just … Continue reading robby #17 →

poems #4

9 water bottles i wonder ifi’ll fall asleep nowor in three hoursnick is gonnabe upsettomorrowwhen i tell himi didn’t eat todayi think he wantsme to get bigand strongfrom the gymbecause he has spenthis whole lifebeing around peoplewho are weakerthan himhe’ll ask mewhyand i’ll tell himinstead of trying to betough, strong likei spent all nightcryingi don’t … Continue reading poems #4 →

robby #16

I've only watched one of my teams win in the playoffs twice in my life(while as a real fan that can actually remember things). The first was two years ago, when Case Keenum stepped into it and threw to the sideline, where Diggs caught the ball, was missed by a tackler, and ran for a … Continue reading robby #16 →

poems #3

i tried really hard when i was sevenand i went to that one schoolfor those who are seven and i was overly conscious of how to get attentionfrom the other kids, so i would tell liesi would fake cryi would try hardreally hardthen over the summer,i was at another schoolfor eight year oldsthings were differentthings … Continue reading poems #3 →

poems #2

i don't know what i want to hear any more than i know what you do I can't shut upI keep talking and talking and talkinguntil I forget what I'm talking abouti'm the loudest one hereI can't imagine why you're still here butyou keep listening and listening and listeningi say the wrong thing firsti say … Continue reading poems #2 →