May 2013
9 posts
567. Eat fewer ingredients.
568. You can spare us the photograph of your meal.
“スウェーデンの超人が、『日本刀が見たい』なんて言いだしたのよ。...”
– 2chコピペ保存道場 - スウェーデン人と日本刀を見に行った (via yuria, yellowblog) (via nynyanynya)
“スウェーデンの超人が、『日本刀が見たい』なんて言いだしたのよ。...”
– 2chコピペ保存道場 - スウェーデン人と日本刀を見に行った (via yuria, yellowblog) (via nynyanynya)
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at...”
– Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via waydowntown)
April 2013
12 posts
Soluble waste. That type that flows down rivers or churns mess, folding in on itself again again again, the surfer nay the drinker nay nay the tiger only wishes it was clean and pure. This is the substance of dreams, or my dreams, and young american dreams. The day shits forth a deluge of material all apt for re-digestion, but like always something catches itself on the same themes, the same...
“All I know is myself” ending line in This side of paradise.
A seemingly solipsistic statement, made from the egotist. But, in it a little bit of opalescent liberty, a muddy street, glistening lamps of taxi cabs or mid-sized suv’s driven by a mother, who pushes her husband to “have more” then those builders down the street, or the banker, buy more at whole foods,...
Thus CALAMITY,
spoke the otter, slowly he
Reiterated
More or less
Torn from the seed, Love
speaks far from me
Snow nears the horizon
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Corporate Sponsor much?
I might be a little late bringing this back around, but the idea of having congressmen and women wearing their sponsors. (via dangerous minds). Is snarky but thought provoking.
The idea is; like nascar racers congressmen would be forced or merely associated closely with the highest campaign donators, with the highest occupying the most amount of space on the ‘uniform’. easily done...
“I will kiss your scars as you heal, I will sit by your side and hold your hand....”
– Unknown (via theriverjordyn)
March 2013
14 posts
“I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m...”
– Andrea Gibson (via goodniteowl)
“Run my dear,
from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings....”
– Hafiz (via undare)
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Things I will eat.
the State of the party-goer
Enter from white walled cab
into stately post-victorian parisian
gateway, parlor room
to be greeted with closely gloved
hand
and warm, absinthe, dear-please-do-stay
next a negroni, a whisky sours, brandy
drunk to make a fools tale night
writable.
Crows always learn the violin
a terrible breed, gangly, hate-able, brilliant.
2 tags
February 2013
17 posts
2 tags
Sleep is only moving towards morning
rustle and rear out of spaceman sheets
crumpled like foil, sleep clings to eyelids
perch a smiling on halos over saintly swollen features.
One time I sat for senior pictures
directly after waking. eyes bulging with morning
blood. so like another person sneered at the matriarch
great-grandmother me-maw. who,
with milky eyes screaming,
this-young-man,...
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FACE STEALING
Today, I heard on NPR that scientists/artists are working with the genetic information (DNA) of humans to sketch composites. What their face may look like/ looks like. If they succeed, they are going to put a lot of investigative-police sketchers (anthropometry) out of work. ASSEMBLE ALL YOU SKETCHERS (anthropometrics)! rebel against this scientific progression. History has shown that this...
554. If you don't believe one man can change the...
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And that's why you don't yell
Its always shards of glass. From which some character rebuilds the vestiges of their dog matter life, into a better glassier phoenix of dog-matter. Which is also sharts. No, Stephen does not find sharts on the ground that call him to be a new person. He liked where he was, and how his barista job and occasional glimpse of Shaniqua gave him fluttering heart palpitations. This was how he died, too...
