February 2012
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If i post another LOLcat the smart police will come and take away my ivory tower status
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“If you’re not experimenting I don’t really know what you’re doing; you’re...”
– Justin Vernon (of Bon Iver) (Is that last part strictly true?)
Feb 26th
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Lights Out When the lights are out in the house The phone is dead Computer sleeping Silence hums like cicadas Hushed you talk in past tense Stare with eyes three-quarter slits Make hazy outlines of the flickering world Look past the shoulders of people you once knew To peer at candlelit strangers around you You can whisper to me in this darkness But I make no warranty I’m listening...
Feb 6th
The light you see Wind smells of cold metal and pre-dawn wetness Light too bright on your naked 3am face See three days growth Smell the stale tang of cigarettes Made more slender by sheer deprivation But you won’t play off the circles drawn deep Like a cartoon drunk From where and how you forgot to sleep (you don’t know) For the first time, you start to define yourself by what you have...
Feb 6th
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IF If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie, Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn’t be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I’d be in suspense For on such a...
Feb 5th
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Forgotten Language Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers…...
Feb 5th
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Feb 4th
I want to be different, just like everyone else i want to be like. I want to be part of the different crowd and assert my individuality with others who are different like me. -john s. hall (king missile)
Feb 3rd
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With my head cold, my eyes are so stuffed up they’re watery all morning. I’m going to start exclaiming “oooh, mee, ohh life!” and pretend i’m in a Garcia Lorca play… or Chekov… it doesn’t matter, you probably don’t read plays #noonecaresabouttheatre
Feb 3rd
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January 2012
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Well, regardless of what you all (don’t) say I think I’m really, really funny…
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If I’m saying mean things about you, it’s because I like you. Unless it’s because I don’t like you. But you’ll know the difference…probably…
Jan 27th
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K: “Yeah, if I’m running and people get in my way I give them the elbow.” J: “So, you’re kind of an asshole?” K: “It’s not my fault people can’t walk. J: “It’s not my fault you’re healthy. Use running paths, not sidewalks.” K: “Yeah,I’m not going to do that.” J: I’m putting you on...
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Perhaps the thing to keep me sane is that my ex would get so much satisfaction if I went totally off the deep end.
Jan 25th
Take heart people: there is a finite amount to which a morning can suck. Except, possibly that’s not true. Not if the universe is expanding. Now I’m confused…
Jan 24th
THE TRAGEDY OF THE LEAVES I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead, the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled corpses surrounded me with their uselessness; the sun was still good, though, and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and undemanding yellowness; what was needed now was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester with jokes upon...
Jan 23rd
i won’t be too scared i won’t be too tired i’m becoming hardwired
Jan 23rd
(Drinks Coffee)
I drink coffee, cup after cup, till my teeth are stained like old linen table cloths and the Canadian bacon tastes like citric acid, strangely contrasting like cookie crumbs ground into dropped ashes. “What I wonder is if she meant to do it on purpose,” I said. I was crossing and uncrossing my legs. My knees couldn’t get comfortable. She was perched on a stool, delicately balanced looking down...
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Jan 21st
i just put BBQ sauce on my antipasto. yeah. that was pretty good of me.
Jan 21st
I neglect Tumblr like I neglect sleep
Jan 21st
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My tumblr account is like a contest to see who can have the most boring blog in history
Jan 21st
say it and lose your power; don’t say it and lose your sanity; accept it and lose your ego #me
Jan 21st
Hey all, big bird says tune in/log out for #SOPA on Wednesday 1/18/12…
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