September 2009
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Watchtesting
July 2009
1 post
I have had the time to reconsider myself. The consideration wasn’t lacking. Just absent. Like an empty desk in a class room full of children. I was the boy who faked a cold.
June 2009
27 posts
would you dream me free…
i keep wondering when that will come.
i keep hoping.
i keep on.
I had a dream.
About you.
i think this girl is tired...
…and needs time before waking.
“Do you ever feel like you are the only petunia in a field of lillies?”
“Yes.”
the start of dinner conversation
“Did you bring your toolbox?”- she asked.
“No. Not this time.”- that was my response.
“So you don’t plan on picking me apart this evening?”- her next question.
“Listen, if I need a sharp instrument I will just borrow one of yours.”
“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”
– Philip K. Dick (via littlemiss) (via quote-book)
finding music in the oddest places…
“Breathe in your own skin.
Gnaw on your true self for awhile.
Grab a bottle of...”
– a friend
unicorns... (a recurring theme)
fmylife:
Today, I went on a date with my boyfriend. Suddenly he starts speaking gibberish. I ask what’s wrong? He says, “I was just talking to my unicorn. He says you’re pretty,” and winks at me. What have we learned today? The person I like is a freak, and apparently unicorns are real. FML
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This is going to hurt a little…
Ok, so I lied.
This is going to hurt a lot.
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caught inside my own trap...
breathing in the world, but failing to see my impact
failing to see on what that impact lands
she shares herself with others because she has a need to create intimacy, that sort of intimacy that leaves one feeling like some part of the one is indeed meant for the other. I see now that while it CAN be for the other and ABOUT the other, it is FROM her and FOR her that the compulsion comes. All...
It’s never a matter of necessity until we realize that is ourself that is in need.
Til then everyone and everything is background noise, scenery,
color to keep the edges of the picture from being blank.
Where were you in the last moment and every other moment before?
I know,
I briefly forgot.
I'm not much of a blogger, really...
haha. my tumblarity was only ever in the hundreds
back when I was actually a tumblette —
before the mountain erupted.
my consistency is feigned —
I have no mission
just an easy platform
perhaps a waste?
or just a palette…
What will be the preferred platform for an opus —?
Where will it find its form?
How will I find a space for so many mediums,
so many thinking...
“He came to this country like a torch on fire and he swallowed air as he walked...”
– Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion (via thebronzemedal)
when I leave this place, Tao Lin
poetry365:
the distances i have described in my poems will expand to find me but they will never find me
when my head touched your head your face hits my face at the speed of light
holding it a little
i want to cross an enormous distance with you to learn the wisdom of the lonely animals with low IQs i want to remember you as a river with a flower on it
i’ll be right back
i don't think this is working.
May 2009
1 post
