I’m Joe Peterson, and I’m exploring whatever is on my mind.
- Arching Up In A Swell
Ojosfinos · Enya – Only Time (Ojosfinos Cumbiiita remix) We all know our fine lines. We can’t wash them away, and they only deepen with age. Some are more fluid than others, and we’re always most fluid with ourselves, but all lines have a… Read more: Arching Up In A Swell - Life Is Meant To Be Lived
“You’ll make more.” He’s right. Like kisses, creativity, and every little moment, I am going to get more, make more, love more, take more, feel more, share more, cry more, and beam more. My mantra, “You should be here with me, living our life,”… Read more: Life Is Meant To Be Lived - Stooping To The Level
When I put on the orange hat to leave my cabin in the woods, I submit to the hunter. It is his forest right now, and it’d be in vain to protest. So I put on that hat and I stay alive. When I’m… Read more: Stooping To The Level - I’m Ashamed To Be Your Muse
It’s a space within consumption and production. Something I crave constantly yet can’t achieve. It’s fear, expectations, lust, and time that ruin my life time and time again. It’s agonizing and embarrassing to sit so firmly in the cuck chair yet I find myself… Read more: I’m Ashamed To Be Your Muse - Measuring My Life in Lakes
I changed my mind very quickly, but I still find lovely aspirations in the idea. I love lakes. I love ethical leisure. I think it’s good to have goals even if after you reach them the goal posts inevitably move. I think it’s good… Read more: Measuring My Life in Lakes - I Wish I Didn’t Want To Leave
We are such products of the people who raise us and the places they raise us in. I’m so thankful to have been bred a chameleon. Part of me wants to stay, but more of me needs to go. Love letters are not written… Read more: I Wish I Didn’t Want To Leave - Does Any1 Hear Me?
Bouncing from place to place making sure everybody loves him and nobody knows him. I don’t know why I wrote that in third person. The data is hard to follow, hard to map, and supplied by myself, so it’s biased, flawed, inaccurate, and quite… Read more: Does Any1 Hear Me? - Burn Me When I
As they tied me up with the rope I once so longed for, I took a long, deep, final breath in. You’d think becoming a villain might feel good, but it’s actually quite painful. And then you burn for your crimes. Maybe that’ll feel… Read more: Burn Me When I - Accessibility is Killing Me
I can’t afford therapy, but the vape is $20 and sometimes it actually does put me back together tearing apart the delicate tissues of my lungs in the process. Sex is easy. Love is hard. Don’t ever equate the two no matter how tied… Read more: Accessibility is Killing Me - Neglecting My Responsibilities to Make Art
I couldn’t care less about the economy. Economic growth won’t bring him back to me. It’s ironic to think that way, because economic growth is precisely what brings people to me. I am a white man with an office in Lower Manhattan. Hundreds to… Read more: Neglecting My Responsibilities to Make Art - Edging vs. Procrastinating
Dear Professor, I apologize, but I have been edging my essay and I don’t wanna stop. It’s going to be a little sexual for a second, but this is my blog and I get to do whatever I want. I’m not your pet. Why… Read more: Edging vs. Procrastinating - Fight, Flight, and the Secret Third Thing
Nietzsche argues we ought to die proudly and before our lives get too pathetic. I wish I could take his advice, but I am unfortunately a fighter. Sometimes I wish I could just let things happen to me. The people who see the planet… Read more: Fight, Flight, and the Secret Third Thing - When will I be radicalized?
Extinction Rebellion used to meet in the basement of my job. I never went. I left that job and moved on to a better paying, larger institution deeper in the belly of the beast. They fired me a month later. The old gallery closed… Read more: When will I be radicalized? - Stand Up
What is good is rarely what wins. And when good does come out on top, you can bet compromises were made. That’s the way of my world at least. The other day in class I was called out for being a cynic, and throughout… Read more: Stand Up - Will the rat birth control affect the birds?
I was a little drunk, but my heart still dropped. He was drunk too, and he wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t point it out. It was painful to see and even more painful to leave, but I couldn’t do anything till the morning.… Read more: Will the rat birth control affect the birds?