Lennon.

October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980


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"The Lament of Divinity"

Cry. Crawl. Walk. Talk. Learn.
Force-fed information.
Restricted blooming of the mind.
Compliance with implications.

Division.

First exploration of truth.
Visceral animosity towards early learning.
Perseverance in obtaining knowledge.
New philosophy; virulent virtues.

Depositary.

Duplicity.

Doxology.

Ephemeral peregrination.
Ubiquitous  ( Read more... )

Oh, what a beautiful thing the mind is. And Oh, what beautiful chemicals get released at this time. My mind is blooming, bursting, transfigurating for Winter. There is a chemical thermostat in my head and when the temperature gets cold enough, the Machinery gets turned on.

i want to spend Winter at my old house.

first off, quote:  "Man is an animal suspended in webs of significance that he himself has spun" - Clifford Geertz

i was just reading. and i had a certain perspective, and then BAM! it's the complete opposite now.

it was like i was swimming underwater and i did a backflip to go the other way and water went up my nose.

nevermind, i'm just sick and have ( Read more... )

i really don't get it.
i don't get what i like.
i don't get why i like certain things.

why are red leaves so beautiful? why are certain words so beautiful? why is reading about someones life so beautiful? why is the word beautiful so ugly? why do i idolize certain things for no reason? especially since the things i idolize are inanimate. i idolize ( Read more... )

"178/89/89"

How could the most ugly season lead into the most beautiful one?
The twenty-second night of September evolves into pure beauty once the clock strikes twelve. 
And nothing but ecstasy and joy can come from each new dawn of midnight.
Until the awakening of the twentieth morning of March.

The coming of Spring begins the draining process. 
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last night we followed the storm. we drove from alta loma to fontana. just following the lightning. listening to music. burn rubber. joy division. it was amazing. lightning strikes every five seconds. nonstop. thirty minutes. amazing. i love life.

"Pseudo Happiness, Bad Blood, and Sojourning"

Bad blood; it gets the best of us.
You can't run from it; it's inside you.
You can't change; no one can change.
It's pumping through you heart and veins.
It will always pump through your heart and veins.

A cover up is what we all need.
We need a secret identity.
To change friends and cliques often.
Because once ( Read more... )

"Anorexic Hallway"

Oh, you complacent hallway, 
how you are lined with doors on either side of your spine.
Don't you long for One's soul to attempt to leap across your body?
From one doorway to another?
And oh, how lovely it would be if they fell short?
If their body and soul came crashing upon your back?
The satisfaction. The gratification. The ( Read more... )

saturday night was pretty dope. i got to see a lot of people i haven't seen in a really long time. it was nice to see amanda. i truly hope that we can put the past aside and become friends again.