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If The Glory Can Be Killed We Are Lost
"Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching ( Read more... ) -
A man is not defeated by his opponents, but by himself
My father has outpatient physical therapy on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Today is Tuesday so if it were up to him, he'd sit in front of the television and watch the goddamned sports channel. And he'd only get up to use the bathroom or take a nap. We refill his cup, we bring him his food. I'm starting to fear (a slow, dreadful, molasses type ( Read more... ) -
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status epilepticus -
trying on green
The coffee is never warm enough. I am quite obsessive about re-heating my coffee mug several times during consumption. I am listening to Dario Marianelli, engagingly insistent, filling the quiet corners of this house. A few months ago I bought five potted seedlings from a botany-obsessed friend. Moonvine, Marigold, Chocolate Coleus, Begonia, and ( Read more... ) -
la noyee
Mozart, Tiersen, Case. Why do you seem to equally give and take so much? In my frustration and melancholy I turn to you like older brothers and sisters, searching for solace..wisdom..balance. I swear I've already lit this cigg three times. Three. Negativity comes in threes even though I don't invest consideration in numerical nuances and ( Read more... ) -
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Sipping hard on my burnt coffee. Worst night of sleep ever. If this week isn't ultra productive I'll be pushing daisies. I miss Lamb. -
Lost drinking game (from hobotrashcan)
Take one shot if:
- Someone jumps through time or space
- Daniel tries to explain what’s going on
- You see a Dharma logo (keep those shot glasses filled!)
- Locke and Jack argue
- Kate has sex with someone
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American literature floats on whiskey -
Old Number 7
I guess I grew up on an old dirt road ( Read more... )