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Time floats onwards
Good times are tough, but everything seems to be sorting itself out. Emotions, futures, and thoughts are settling into place and everyone seems to be floating on their little river of productivity and work. As the children of opportunity, we better have an easy time achieving contentment, or at least respectability in context of the planet. We are ( Read more... ) -
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I want out of this bubble, bubble, bubble land
The liquid cover goes pop pop with the pin pokes
Prick it and all will fall away
Unless there is no air inside the bubble
The liquid will inundate you
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I love sitting at the table with warm food on my plate the withered faces of Soviet construction workers around me. They tell the most amazing stories about how, for example, their 75 year old brother who has had two brain surgeries, can't feel parts of the right side of his body, is still running around the vast expanses of the Russian tundra ( Read more... ) -
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Sort of floating in a mist of determination.
Not truly aware of most things, but everything seems less tangible and more incessant and unyielding. The sheer firmness of everything is astounding. It is astounding just how when I push it pushes back, this invisible wall of matter, a non-barrier of stuff.
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Music from blue skies
Music from plaster walls
Notes from under the desk
Notes from the owl's nest
Out
Out
Out
Sounds come out tonight
Why are you where you are?
How did you get there?
Tell me
Whisper to me
Words shuddering from your lips
Vibrating all
Shaking the World from side to side
My ears full
My mind full
soul, heart, hands
Full, Full, FULL
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On the RNC
Surprisingly, Palin speaking doesn't scare as much shit out of me as I thought it would. However, she does remind me of my grandmother sitting around a campfire telling me family stories. She really talked a lot more about herself in a comedy sketch manner. It was really entertaining, and I don't hate her. SOmething even stranger, she actually ( Read more... ) -
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Burning the sides of your lips on nectar ( Read more... ) -
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Working at the pub
Middle of the night
HEAD.
Smacked down on the table...
Blowing bubbles
Through the thick afternoon
Somebody Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop me
From poking eye knives around your soul
Hope
Hope
Hoping
For something a little more than puddle poodles
Oatmeal shouldn't remind me of you
Crap
But it does and I--
end up slip
SLIP
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When what I desire is closest, I begin to reexamine my priorities but with measuring devices from other peoples' worlds. I usually end up settling on the same thing, which makes sense since judging your life in units and moral codes that you don't live by is completely ludicrous. It is a strange habit, that wastes time and energy. Stop it ( Read more... )