Ash Wednesday! 80 HD
Written By: Ash Catcher
Now in real time.
Starting things but never finishing them
Has become my lifeline philosophy.
(There was more to this thought- but for the life of me I forgot)
But I can do just about 80 things in under a nanosecond.
Having been there, and done that, my mental health is as stable as the Czech Republic.
Sending an SOS in my head for the 1000th time this morning.
At this point I should come with the biggest FDA warning.
Tipping on the broadest part of the line.
I wonder what it is about me that says I am just some pretty thing to pass the time.
Just some refurbished mirror for you to soundboard off for fun.
What you don’t know is that when I am silent, my skin feels like it's on fire, I love when we both cut and run.
I stick to my side, and you stick to yours.
And then the frenzy starts back up again, I am the queen of the crabby-side shuffling detours.
Fuck this story mode, I want to go rouge.
I want all the extra credit, the side missions, and much more.
Impulsiveness should have been my middle name.
But instead it's something pretty nerdy, and lame.
And Mental Illness, now THOSE are like middle names!
We all have one, it is just nobody knows what the fuck it is.
The constant need to be unable to wait my turn.
I am honestly the least of your concerns.
Craving not attention, but mindless stimulation.
Not to mention the need to know all and every piece of information.
I love repetition, and patterns, it's something to me that matters.
If I had the patience and the ability to sit, I would be nothing without Adders.
Spent my entire childhood alone, and quiet.
All my life I have never been known to be compliant.
I was never a cigarette that you could turn, burn and throw away.
Never one to see people in their neutral grey.
It is either all good, or all bad.
Rough day? I am going to go hit the gym, and take it out on my sketch pad.
Feelings, feelings have fucked me up far more than any amount of alcohol ever has.
When the self doubt creeps in, not much of a sound- erratic and super similar to Jazz.
I have gotten really good at hiding.
The part of me that always speaks out, and tells everyone what is on her mind.
Nobody cares what I have to say.
I get it all the time.
Put me to work, I am super hyper focused and task oriented.
But give me a day off and I’ll be fucking tormented.
Free time isn’t free to me, it is ingredient number 1 in the recipe.
Of a upside downward spiral cake- I sure can make some velvety chemical induced mistakes.
Most nights I am frozen like a statue, Because I am so sick of being taken for granted.
Sometimes I think most days I am better off alone, and abandoned.
Ash Wednesday! What to BREW in Manayunk: My Personal Top 3 Coffee Spots From An Ex Barista.
What to BREW in Manayunk: My Personal Top 3 Coffee Spots From An Ex Barista.
By: Ash Catcher
Ash here again coming at you with another hot one, today, literally it's burning my hands writing this thing- I will be highlighting some of my current hometown coffee joints. So picture this it’s a Sunday morning, and if you are anything
Like me, you can just feel that pounding headache starting, so let's collectively drink a big glass of ice
water, and get into my top 5 coffee spots in Manayunk:
1. Artesano Cafe: This is the closest in proximity to my house which also makes it my default and
honorary plant place! Artesano boasts one of the most aesthetically pleasing cafes on Main
Street in my honest opinion, including a real live bio wall, which I make sure to sit by every
time. The sculptures are rather cool as well and make for a great place to catch up with friends.
Everything is made on premise, that is the coffee, sculptures, and food. Go to their brunch truck!
- Looks Like: A jungle erupted inside of a Philadelphia café, large windows let in tons of natural
lighting and they have a variety of items that I can bring over to my friends with a plethora of dietary
restrictions. Win win!
-What I Order: An Iced Rose Americano ( I ask for seltzer instead of still water, that is a pro tip!)
2. The Landing Kitchen: Ok! So this spot a friend introduced to me, and I got to say it is one of the
most low-key spots in Manayunk. The Landing Kitchen is much more family oriented and houses
itself in an ironworks like structure across from the Manayunk walking bridge. Plenty of outdoor
seating, and lawn activities to keep you occupied as well as little nooks with tons of wicker
swings and chairs, which has become a huge obsession of mine. It’s also approved by my mom
who does not approve of anything, including myself!
- Looks Like: A Southern California laid back vibe to it housed right on the canal. It was so
relaxing to hang out here with friends and not that far, a little under a mile from my house
which is about as far as I am willing to go in this heat. I cannot wait to see what they do for
their fall menu, as it changes seasonally.
- What I Order: I got a Vietnamese Cold Brew, the sweetened condensed milk made it so rich, I
I am going to have to keep some in my coffee cart at home! Will certainly be ordering this
3. Pilgrim Roasters: A low key café at the edge of town, I first walked by this place and thought it
was closed, but now it is super popular with cyclists! They roast all of their own coffee in a two
room café. This is the coziest spot in Manayunk, and if I recall correctly this was the first place I
grabbed a coffee when I lived over in my other house on Kingsley St. I know it was snowing.
- Looks Like: Pilgrim is what I like to call with the utmost respect a “cult coffee shop” The
People that come here, don’t just love coffee, they have the whole dang Pinterest inspired
home brew set up at home. They probably also have a degree in engineering, and/or
chemistry. I like coming here, and will usually pop in if my favorite baristas are working the
- What I Order: I’ll snag an Americano to go and a bag of beans usually the Ethiopian has my
*A bonus place to check out is Mama’s Boy Café sandwiched in The Fat Lady Brewing on Main
Street it is single handedly owned by one of the coolest baristas/ entrepreneurs I have ever met!
Well it has BEAN fun! – Ash
Ash Wednesday! я не хочу.
я не хочу.
Written By: Ash Catcher
я не хочу keep inhaling all of this stagnant air.
я не хочу normality, all year long, I rock Halloween dinnerware.
я не хочу keep doing this group project on my own.
я не хочу have to scour the earth for a pay-phone.
я не хочу keep relying on others to get ahead.
я не хочу keep on going, I have picked out the sheets for my deathbed.
я не хочу be constantly complaining but I have very little else to say.
я не хочу make it to Thursday, it's just foreplay for Friday.
я не хочу be a brain fog zombie.
я не хочу pretty enough to have been a model at Abercrombie.
я не хочу keep seeing the ghost of you out the side of my eye.
я не хочу make eye contact again, you make me so tongue tied.
я не хочу complicates things further.
я не хочу if you want to abort complacency then look no further.
я не хочу keep hoping around with my head detached.
я не хочу feel like I am losing it all, no longer unhinged, I am full on unlatched.
я не хочу работать бесплатно. мое искусство чего-то стоит. это важно для меня.
Ash Wednesday! L U R K I N G
L U R K I N G
Written by: Ash Catcher
You make me feel both relieved and anxious
How do you do that? Balance all that precariousness?
Twice bent over I am not sure if it's a panic attack or my spleen.
But for being the sovereign of equilibrium you can sure scream.
Dissolved all boarders, fuck your latitude lines.
I would throw it all against the wall say fuck it let's climb the tower.
Planted firmly in the grown, celestial radiates through you, and lifts me up.
Hoping I don't fall over myself, empty out of all my give a fuck cups.
You may think you're at the bottom
But just keep in mind you're still someone's top.
And in the grand scheme of things what does it matter anyway?
Just stop giving a fuck.
It's all in my head, I feel like I am allergic to most people's thoughts.
King of all pain, clavicles exposed, I think nought.
Twisting and turning, this piece has been revised too many times.
Feeling every bit my age, been picked apart clean, now I give off Vine vibes.
I can't even identity as confused anymore.
I am too tired, nothing feels like they used too much time alone.
But I got this love hate relationship with you and my phone.
Give the kids cameras and they'll tell on themselves we have been owned by the unknown.
Lurking "outside" or maybe in the trees
I feel like I have been just unhooked from a machine.
In my back pocket always, probably allergic to bees and the nuts of three.
There the fuck you are, with your dumb dot of green.
When you live stream your tower moments
I am the first to watch you decay in real time.
It's kinda poetic interactive inactivity.
Beyond survival at this point it's all about objectivity.
Relevancy is that of the mind.
I'll give you a cheat code that will help you save time.
Nobody is coming for you, they all do not care.
You are here for entertainment purposes only you are the static in the air.
That raises peoples vibrations, no matter what you see.
Too much reality for one day time to disconnect and watch some DVDs.
The place of safety, I plan to milk all the money I pay for rent.
I feel that feeling you're feeling every day, the fall of disparity and decent.