"This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been ( Read more... )

“All my life I have loved travelling at night, with a companion, each of us discussing and sharing the known and familiar behaviour of the other. It’s like a villanelle, this inclination of going back to events in our past, the way the villanelle’s form refuses to move forward in linear development, circling instead at those familiar moments of ( Read more... )

on a dream--two females constantly pervade. chameleons in their identities. they oscillate. they enter and exeunt. they switch. my sight moves from face to face and then back again, and it's like a whirling dervish of visions round a circular table. these two femme fatales, undeniably anna and claire. the spirits of them. ponderance and wind. ( Read more... )

'it's good to see you like this. you're way too passionate a person to not have it happen to you ( Read more... )

that life is continual compromise, a making-do-of-what-you-have. i mean we are, after all, thrown into being, as heidegger would say. yet there is still the human element: agency. and thus we dream. or in other words, we live in such a way that life is a lucid dream. collective, boundless, and thirsty. we exact vengeance upon the eternal recurrence ( Read more... )

crazy night. so crazy that my mom was the one giving me hot water and watching over me while i hyper-ventilated over the scapegoated sink. i've never had it that bad. a bunch of punks, those guys and girls ( Read more... )

i think i'm finally humbled and comforted by the fact that i am again in my rightful place: outside looking in on content relations. for the nomad, there is always the moment of restlessness, whether it is under the sun or in the middle of the night. this is my moment--i am like Coop in this way, whose sense of home was becoming exhausted until it ( Read more... )

let that mainstream mayhem in your mainline feelin that main-line slow jam your mind every time you cram your heart with these cloud nine quasi-divine sanctuaries sanctified by what they call life and strife and tribulations despite the knife or vile vial or imposing trials of the people...  let that one verse burst like burgeoning stars and ( Read more... )

ahhhhh... because the world is round, it turns me onnnn... because the world is rounddd... ahhhhh... because the wind is high, it blows my minddd... because the wind is highhh.... ahhhhh...

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it only now occurs to me, only now unmasks its unconscious visage, the sublimity of the dialogic milieu. that bodies should collide, intersect, and with their ( Read more... )

today i declare war on Kant--you and your legislative transcendental idealistic rationality, your half-assed free will and arbitrary moral law, your cold, all too cold system of ethical relations. for truly did you cleave the heart from the mind, and rendered it heteronomic, hedonistic, merely sensual, merely empirical. you cast these hard chains ( Read more... )