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'He had concieved, in that instant, an almost religious belief in the power of flight. Flight would save others from him, and him from himself. He would go where he was not known and wash himself in that unknowing.'

--FURY, Salman Rushdie

it's been a fabulous day, of the happy shiny dog-lapping-at-your-face variety. not that there were any dogs involved, and the only things that lapped were the waves. they were so friendly they took my slippers right along with them. (the faithful red ones, my only pair in the world. these are troubled times, friends.) it's been a day of ice cream, ( Read more... )

Burning Want ( Read more... )

i desperately need for something to happen, a change of any kind. today i seriously considered getting my eyebrow pierced, just so i'd have something to be excited about for an hour or so. (i decided it wasn't worth the pain, after the horrors i subjected them to yesterday. for the uninitiated, NEVER thread your eyebrows. it is like having a ( Read more... )

( casmir pulaski day )

i cannot seem to rinse off the stale lethargy of these days, it creeps into my hair and under my fingernails like day-old cigarette smoke. this is an unspeakably idle lifestyle, it's possibilities limited to rehashed conversations and recycled thoughts. then there is the question of my insatiable appetite, which in turn i think will save or damn me ( Read more... )

Happy birthday my sparkling shardonnay! Thank you for being so spectacularly whimsical and creative, for being my genius writer friend, for introducing me to indie, for sharing the jug of long island with me, and generally for being such a lovely human bean. Have a fabulous day, and I’ll eat some cake for you. :)

today i listened to such great heights on loop and read chocolate and zucchini. how i've missed my clotide! now i need a little postsecret and tv without pity and it'll be like coming home again ( Read more... )

it's been a good weekend, in a confused vagabond way. suffice to say, i heart birthdays and cake and happy people and good music and absurd-looking dances and bouncy hair and friendly friends and the BED. and and and, cheap alcohol. :) :) :)