Tag Archives: creative writing

You’re the one with the knuckle on the head.

Posted on August 16, 2022 by krisoakey

You know, I wanted to talk about how to be a better listener to people around you, but as I’m writing later in the day, it’s become so far from my train of thought that I can’t even recall how, … Continue reading →

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The Creation vs. Consumption scale

Posted on August 11, 2022 by krisoakey

Oh shit, writer’s block. Sitting in front of the screen with a million thoughts running through your head but none of them really feel tangible. They’re like taunting, little kids in a game of tag with their thumbs in their … Continue reading →

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An Ode to Blue Collar Life

Posted on August 9, 2022 by krisoakey

We are different people, you and I. My name is Kris, yours is Poopie McFartypants. No takesie-backsies. Our conditions are different. Our lives leading up to this moment have been dramatically different. Our life experiences, perspectives, our bowel movements… all … Continue reading →

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The Artist vs. The Critic or something

Posted on August 8, 2022 by krisoakey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRS9Gek4V5Q&t=309s This video is absolutely beautiful and 100% worth your 9 minutes. It serves as such a strong reminder that we owe it to the world to be creating. Ethan goes off a tangent from Allen Ginsberg’s story of “Playing … Continue reading →

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Ok “Sally,” Give me a Scoop of the Strawberry

Posted on August 4, 2022 by krisoakey

You do you. Just a reminder, that you doing you the way you want to do you, will make it so that others that are doing themselves, may not want to do you. That’s okay though, you doing you authentically … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 1, 2022 by krisoakey

Monday can eat a fat one. Seriously. It doesn’t matter what you have going on today. It could be your day off and you’re on vacation in the Caribbean and you’re being fed pizza and monkeys are doing the salsa … Continue reading →

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Sit around all day and draw pictures of ….

Posted on July 29, 2022 by krisoakey

This is how strange a book I’m reading while I’m going to bed… “What you do is you hide your deep need to hide, and you do this out of the need to appear to other people as if you … Continue reading →

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FIN

Posted on February 6, 2022 by krisoakey

*SLAP* Nicole stared at him. He looked lost. The gaze was a million miles away but directly into the swirly vapor of steam arising from the black, fairly bitter smelling juice that had been poured into the typical white mug. … Continue reading →

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Part Twee!

Posted on December 19, 2021 by krisoakey

Was it a dream? ‘Course it was. How many edibles did I eat last night? Did I bring the mushrooms…? No, I left those at home. Okay, so definitely a dream. Maybe some weird energies floating around these woods. Thank … Continue reading →

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Part 2

Posted on December 11, 2021 by krisoakey

“Fucking goats? Really?” Their names were Salt and Pepper, but there was really no telling any difference between the two… unless you were some sort of certified goat expert. The pair of big-eared and big-bearded animals wandered about their fenced … Continue reading →

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