There is too much displacement in my life.

 

i'm a beast
huge
everything below the surface
now act like it

He felt the sun on his face. He felt the ground under his feet. He felt the people who loved him holding on to him and bearing him along.

It was enough.

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I could’ve died last night. Oncoming cars. Who can see me? My knee hurts, and my shoulder. My shoulder always hurts.

I don’t know. I’m not proud of how I acted last night. I guess I can’t be out of control and control everything at the same time. I wanted to be alone with her. I want something real. I feel a bit like I’m just going through the ( Read more... )

"Writing to you should be like screaming into a thunderstorm, or like lying with you on a hillside i Prague. It should be huge and hopeless, or almost-silently intimate."

i gave a lecture in my dream. i had a fan. she nestled down on a sleeping bag to study her notes, told me everything's a [synonym]. I'm pretty sure my lecture said everything's a [homonym], but I can't remember! maybe it was 'there are always two,' but that's centipedes. i was huge and dark. when I came back though there was only a toilet. or

maybe i'm crazy. but better to have a good good-bye. right?

why not recuse oneself to smaller collectives? because of the challenge of a society so complex we can never see it all? but can we ever really see it all? because it's not about control, at least on an intellectual level. and that's what a smaller community provides (esp. good economical, agriculturally, imholollurtung). it's about associating ( Read more... )

i'm a fat man with a soft voice
and gentle eyes