Another Earth. 500 word essay.

When early explorers first set out West across the Atlantic, most people thought the world was flat. Most people thought if you sailed far enough West, you would drop off a plane into nothing. Those vessels sailing out into the unknown, they weren’t carrying noblemen or aristocrats, artists or merchants. They were crewed by people living on the edge of life: the madmen, orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts like myself. As a felon, I’m an unlikely candidate for most things. But perhaps not for this. Perhaps I am the most likely.

- Rhoda Williams (Another Earth 2011) 


No one reads these poems Vol. 1

Question everything, question history.

Question anything, question mystery.

Question questioning? Question ministry.

Every thought must cause epiphany.


fever dreams.

I took and step and fell into space,

clouded in some fever dream 

I saw saturn turn and in its wake, a beam of light

I took a step and there I was

beyond the cusp of sand and stone

I stood in still, a silver behemoth

rose to meet its visitor

I took a step and kept on falling

deeper unto wormholes and time gaps

and parabolic manipulating whats-its and gizgats

I was in orbit of a sun so bright,

I grew to meet its weight because mass. is. relative. to

time and space

Squared. But I was there. I took a step and in thin air

a moon appeared to brim the earth. 

Caressing darkness over crust, 

as water rose and cities dove and all was left was ash and rust,

to. claim. my

fever dream and then I woke. 

But I was there. 

But I was there. 

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Hey Nerds. You Ever?

Swipe your fingers to the left every time you enter an establishment with automatic doors, just to feel like you just made that happen with your mind.

#onelove #onenerd

Also. Im back.

Rally to me brethren. RALLY.


Ryland's 20th Birthday
Jason Nguyen

magnesiumqueen:

This has been sitting on my phone for over 2 years and I’m just now putting it online.

Here’s my friend Jason’s birthday song to Ryland on his 20th.

44 days until we meet again.

Always and forever Ryland. 


Foley Boy Poster Art!

Art by: Ken Nguyen
littleboatfilms©2013 

Foley Boy Poster Art!

Art by: Ken Nguyen

littleboatfilms
©2013 


Foley Boy

Hey Guys! 

News from the film making world! My short “Foley Boy” is being showcased in the CCH 2013 Fim Festival along with 6 other shorts. 

If you follow me on this tumblr and live in the LA area, 

The festival will be held at the:

Harmony Gold Theater 

7655 W. Sunset Blvd.

Los Angeles, CA

90046

If you guys don’t know, Foley Boy is a :

Mockumentary about the world’s greatest foley artist.  

Delightfully starring the super funny Ryan Hitchcock, Doug Ecks, and other local LA comedians.

Please come if you can make it! 

Stay posted because after the festival I will upload the short for you all to enjoy!

Thanks! 
Jason Nguyen 

madinjazn


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Shrink Ray.

Is it weird if I said. Baby, you’re my shrink ray.

Because with you, its like I’m at the heart of things.

And always getting smaller.

Shrinking and shrinking

until I’m no bigger than a particle

and you, my nucleus.

And then in a flash of creation we could reinvent the universe. 

Because, with you, I am minuscule. 

I am a multiple of nothing that’s no greater than zero. 

With you I am not afraid of fading. 

I could be a passing thought and think that I’m winning

No with you, its ok to be fleeting

Even if I had find refuge in the darker parts of your mind’s forget me nots. 

I could drift from thought to thought and be happy to say,

hey, I’m just passing through

because part of that involves moving from point A to point YOU 

and anywhere in that direction is okay.

because with you

I’m smaller

but in a good way.

so perhaps I guess its best to say that baby,

you’re my shrink ray.


"Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act. That has less to do with pain, and more to do with beauty.

My faith in writing, art, and human intelligence has been restored.

Please watch this video. It is the constitution for every underdog that has ever been.


Things I wished Cary Grant said in movies.

Today we have different darlings.

And darling you’re different.

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My dear! Leaving so soon? 

Why! 

*looks at wrist with no watch, whiskey in hand.

It’s only half past whiskey. 

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You kill me honey.

No you really do, I’m bleeding. 

Female protaginist: Where?!

Right here.

*puts her hand to his chest.

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Hey does this suit look alright to you?

Female Protagonist: I don’t know you’re not wearing it.

Thats the point does this suit look ok over here.

*He draps it over a chair at the foot of the bed.

Cuz baby thats where you’ll see it the most.  

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