February 2011
22 posts
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January 2011
31 posts
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in our zeal for our brothers and sisters in egypt,...
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“Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The...”
– -Al Swearengen
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“You think you’ll carve a path to New York and be an artist, but are you...”
– Animal Collective “Peacebone”
my life has taken a turn for the unbearable this past week. my heart has been broken. last night, i felt as if everything was closing in on me to form one chasmic emptiness…. then, for reasons that escape me, people started following me. one by one, each new arrival more shocking than the last, for, at three new people, i’d already gotten more new followers in one night than...
perhaps some clarification is necessary on my end.
the vandalism of a mummy sucks. it does. it’s a piece of history, and, most certainly helps us to understand cultures and practices that have eroded under the modern world. but, i still must take issue. yes, it is a relic, it was a human being. and yes, it is vandalized by it’s evisceration at the hands of looters who capitalize...
i hope we haven't become so desensitized that...
live acts to see before i die
-animal collective
-panda bear
-flying lotus
-yeah yeah yeahs
-radiohead
-caribou
-beach fossils
-beach house
-real estate
-the war on drugs
-bon iver
-julian lynch
-grizzly bear
-the white stripes (if they ever start playing together again)
where did all our shamans go?
if there is a god, he's long since left this...
Anonymous asked: One minute it was there, another minute it was gone. Clinical depression, sadly, is easy to mask.
the tunisian and egyptian uprisings are acts of beauty. i haven’t seen such beautiful sights in quite a long time. the people lifting hands, fighting for what they know is right and just. they have spoken as one to say, “before we could tolerate it, but no more. no more.” it honestly makes me want to cry to see these videos, images, articles. it’s just so fucking...
the feeling swept me over like an old milk bottle in the wind. all was well, and not well. whatever there was, was not anymore. life became a reflection of life, death a mask of itself.
i stood at the edge of the field and saw nothing.
it's useless to bother, because it won't be read.
caterpillars in your chest
the wars of heaven
spill on the
earth, twitch, eyesore, none
of the angels
none of the angels
none of the angels
i grow a bean sprout in
my shoes
slanted, he-he-he-he-he
left us
a long time ago.
my ribs, are your ribs,
(share ribs, break ribs+boil ribs)
our death is yours too
and the weeping
and the loneliness
hoolooloolooloo
hoolooloolooloo
...
Beneath the cobblestones, the beach!
one day this will all be trees.
Anonymous asked: You've fallen back on your handwriting challenge!
fuck. i'm having an anxiety attack..
if you say something no one hears, did you say...
seeing pictures of scrawny white girls wearing indian headdresses disturbs me. the headdress is a native american symbol of bravery and communal respect and reverence. it was built incrementally, one feather for each brave act, and it was built by a group, not just one person (the males built them, but that isn’t some sexist pitfall…it was just a male tradition). it was a symbol of...
first day of handwriting thing
i like my handwriting. it serves its function: it’s legible, looks decent, and i’m able to write fairly quickly (anyone who’s taken a theatre aesthetics class knows how important that is.)
error
111111
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111111
retrieving….
processing….
ERROR
file not-
s;3894mfiocd
that…
no… did..
is there one—-
++D+SS+SSS
proce-
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buffer—
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search->keyword-> “peach”
there was an error:
bon-
bonefi-
sad
dad
bad
mad
had
lad
pad
ad
fad
glad
query could not—
as it stands, it seems, it is, it...