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Brown Eyes
She’s scared to look at me. She’s scared to come near me. I asked her out and I am waiting on a response, but i think she is answering it...
Clint Haugen
Mar 25, 20221 min read
An Easier Way
I don’t understand how sober people handle their emotions. If someone could explain it to me, that would be great. Oh, all the sober ones...
Clint Haugen
Mar 25, 20221 min read
Blank Stares, Sad Eyes, And Bad Lies
Blank stares, sad eyes, and bad lies That’s all it takes to be me If you want to make a clone I’ll give you the hair But the blank...
Clint Haugen
Mar 23, 20221 min read
If Romeo Had Lived
The real struggle lies in the affairs of the heart That's where it gets harder to get back up time and time again I can take a punch to...
Clint Haugen
Mar 23, 20221 min read
There Is No Truth In The Crowds, there is only-
There is no truth in the crowds, there is only madness A peer pressure that squeezes us like a snake And now, we are all connected in a...
Clint Haugen
Mar 23, 20221 min read
Not Responsible For These Words Anymore
luckily, I have to head to work soon. (Words I don’t usually say) But right now, work comes as a relief. A nice break from my thoughts...
Clint Haugen
Mar 18, 20221 min read
Trick Or Treat?
There’s young couple here, and it’s painfully obvious that they are deeply in love with each other. He has red hair and a mustache. She...
Clint Haugen
Mar 18, 20221 min read
Every Crack Of The Neck
My body hurts like hell. It is a constant reminder that someday this body will fail me. I get reminded with every ache and pain. I get...
Clint Haugen
Mar 18, 20221 min read
Fuck You
What would I even say to you right now? Probably, fuck you. That’d feel good. The middle finger has a sudden urge to become erect. It'd...
Clint Haugen
Mar 18, 20221 min read
The Blonde That Doesn't exist.
“If you see me out, then pretend like I don’t exist.” Yes ma’am. Being a coward is something I have been good at for a long long time...
Clint Haugen
Mar 18, 20221 min read
The 200th
Dear Reader, This is my 200th blog entry, and I’m not sure how we got here. 200, that seems like a lot, but is it really? Before I go off...
Clint Haugen
Mar 15, 20224 min read
Hard Lines
The reflection in the sliding glass door doesn’t look like me. I sit at my kitchen table, trying to force it out, but nothing; not one...
Clint Haugen
Mar 15, 20221 min read
Pigs At A Trough
Our strings are being pulled Our enemies have been artificially created Products of politics and the cooperate press The game of nations...
Clint Haugen
Mar 15, 20221 min read
The Lies In Your Head
The monsters under your bed are not really there, but instead, they live only inside your own head. The lies you tell yourself, you do...
Clint Haugen
Mar 15, 20221 min read
Imposter Syndrome
Her nipple clamps were still on, as I took off her harness. She had imprints on her skin, where she had been tied up. I felt a little bad...
Clint Haugen
Mar 15, 20222 min read
What Is Stardust Worth?
Not the man who fishes nor the man who barks Not the man who hikes nor the man who types Not the man who drinks nor the man who fixes the...
Clint Haugen
Mar 14, 20221 min read
The Great Escape
Into the maze we go Down deep into the hole Running around in circles Searching for a way out Searching for a meaning of the maze. Up and...
Clint Haugen
Mar 12, 20221 min read
Tonight I let It Rage
I can’t stop. I’m becoming obsessed. I do that, focus in on one thing. I get lost in it. I let it take control. I get out of my own way,...
Clint Haugen
Mar 12, 20221 min read
The Seconds Between Heartbeats.
Our heart beats, and then, for a second, it doesn’t. Then it beats again; over and over again. Beating, and then, not. The seconds...
Clint Haugen
Mar 12, 20221 min read
Street Jesus
I ran into him on the street. He was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and sandals. He spoke like he had lived a hundred lives. His eyes...
Clint Haugen
Mar 12, 20222 min read
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