I have no idea what I want. I have never had any idea, but I have always had great resolve in pursuing my no idea. Whether I have voraciously pursued defying systemic achievement or voraciously pursued accepting it, I have given both my all. Once in a while I arrive at a stand still where I am neither fully accepting, nor fully rejecting which is ( Read more... )

Yellow butterflies, yellow butterflies, yellow butterflies fly around Mauricio Babilonia when he is falling in love in One Hundred Years of Solitude. I haven't updated this journal in what feels like a zillion years. Kevin passed away from a heart attack last week. I searched his name on Google and it popped up in a livejournal community about ( Read more... )

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When I see tumble dryer steam coming out of the basement windows, I am convinced the building is taking a cigarette break.

Venerable - accorded a great deal of respect esp. because of age, wisdom or character.

Tambara? Remember when were living together in Niger and I’d shoot up in the middle of the night screaming like a train speeding out of the Hell? And you would remark, some dream you musta been having. It was terrifying. I knew the sound of the scream moments before it fled my mouth like a flock of birds in chaos at the order of a gun, and I knew ( Read more... )

Sometimes, sandwhiches can be better enjoyed if taken apart and eaten piece by piece like a roasted chicken rather than downed in one big gulp like a whale swallowing a little boat.

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the moon hangs ( Read more... )