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[dying_moth]

Kinda a strange weekend... not sure if it can be summarized. It was good, the weather was wonderful, even when it was stormy and dark, then bright and clear today. I love love love the wind

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[zuoken]

finger on why, but suddenly i felt like i really knew him. In the way in which we resolve conflicts? the way in which we live? in which we choose our leaders, our futures, our jobs, our homes... ALL OF IT. and i want it to change. it? the way in which we resolve conflicts? the way that i think love brings... a tangled knot of wild-eyed passion and ideas thrown about as though everything is suddenly about relationships and "love", the quotes indicating my reservations regarding the corporatization of music, an expression of our humanity, our dreams and the cresecendo of sound of my situation without God; however, my company (that is, "feminine company") is another thing i need to think at the End of the heavy blssom, because it has graciously stayed open. The kitchen window is open, to admit me if I wished to enter. There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I wished to enter. There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I ever needed them. The kitchen window is open, to admit me should I wish to enter my

ha! i love this, and i love your writing

[zuoken]

ecstasy at existing among them The privilege to witness my existence-you too must seek the sun... My books piled up before me for my tastes, but oh well. Sigh. only a few hours, and then italy. yes italy, and i see him singing with his eyes rolling back in his head and his muscles tensing with each word he proclaims, and his furious strumming. my holiday was just wonderful... first 50 million hours of live music with kara before she left. Floating and dreamy all day, drunk continuously, smoking in the Co'op next year! I'm so excited!!! eeeesssh. too many !!!'s. well, life is looking pretty good. The self directed gaze of this fucking paper that will not die. Almost finished, almost. And remember, art is like the people i've lived around for years, in that way specific to abusive relationships. his friend was holding a grenade, and he ended up telling me about his various childhood dogs, and by extension, his family. And i woke up feeling happy and warm. Transcription of Organ Music The flower in the blind love, their leaves too have

[zuoken]

I was just in awe of how beuatiful the random peices of your journal strung together are, and then i get to the last sentence

this is lovely and not random

[zuoken]

i wish i could strip away all the tired grit that clings to words describing emotion. i wish they could be fresh. i wish my breath, my utterance would be their birth.

it stopped right there!

[zuoken]

i have this urge to