February 2012
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take the middle road.
don’t stray too much to the left,
or to the right, letting my fingers,
hinder the way you’ve always,
counted forward.
gone backwards.
the dipper of freckles along,
the small of your back,
near the perfect shades of indigo,
and azul along the thinness of,
your veins-
to see, and to know,
such consistency,
will always,
be a...
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“He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.”
– Francis Bacon (via absurdlakefront
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how liberating it must to feel to be destroyed,
like one star in a cosmos of the macrocosm that is our universe
to be completely gone and erased,
in a way that’s permanent. we often say,
in the least banal way,
“destroy what destroys you.”
because we feel as if an air of submissiveness, an indispensable notion,
keeps us from becoming. but if we fall to our own...
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Pez
maybe that’s the illusionment about happiness.
we find what we love in tiny fragments scattered around seven masses of floating debris,
and then one by one, each one of them perishes with a trickle of drops flowing,
left and right, through labrinyths and abysses of time.
better off without those sparks and the pulsing and screaming of hot water on,
the coldness of veins.
content with...
Anonymous asked: What is your opinion of the hipster culture?
likeawritingdesk:
how strange it is
to think that it has been almost a whole year since you’ve traced the lines of my face
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oftentimes, we are remiss in absence,
falling and sinking, diverging and converging into an abyss,
of the actions and reactions of what plagues us the most.
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Anonymous asked: did you get into school? if so, where???
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January 2012
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“But to think is an act of choice. The key to what you so recklessly call ‘human...”
– Atlas Shrugged (via w-a-y-w-a-r-d
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“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and...”
– Rumi (via human-voices
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“Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my...”
– Kozan Ichikyo, died February 12, 1360, at 77
(from Japanese Death Poems, edited by Yoel Hoffmann)
Anonymous asked: the happiest of new years.
December 2011
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