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Two adverbs are better than one.
I am overwhelmingly, drastically, boggling in love with the haunted house. I've noticed that anywhere Jameslewis&Co reside quickly starts to accumulate vibrations of hippiedom, and those combined with friendly ghosty old lady inclinations creates a blend that is aesthetically pleasing in the extreme ( Read more... ) -
Balkan funeral dances are a cappella in the dark. The hell?
This is directed at you.
Listen: I miss you, ridiculously. I feel like a triangle, less an angle. A diangle?
See, that doesn't even make sense! I have these confused, ambiguous, self-referential dreams every goddamn night and I don't know what they mean, or even where they come from.
I worry about you, and that makes it harder. And this is hard, ( Read more... ) -
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Note: stuff is never all bad, not even with jungle rot and lepidoptery. Observe! I can now read Neruda en espanol.
Shut up, it makes me happy.
"Puedo Escribir Los Versos Más Tristes Esta Noche" --Pablo Neruda
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."
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That's a run on sentence.
So lately I've been cultivating this zen mindset that allows me to be magnificently sunburned and robbed and alone and without sympathy and incapable and belittled and unable to find a decent cup of coffee and losing my father to generic geriatric entropy and losing my mother to her godawful Buffalo relations/Bruce Springsteen and be more or less ( Read more... ) -
Some of our best friends are thirty seconds long.
The last few nights have featured intermittent bouts of the stomach turning, mind numbing terror of equatorial heat, interspersed with vivid waves of peace; the sonic boom feeling of open-ocean swells intercepted at thirty feet below the surface ( Read more... ) -
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You know what's reallyreally hella bad?
Feeling ignored.
That sucks, like, a lot.
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Savory Spam Crescents - Bake 12-15 minutes or until golden brown!
I get really tired of myself at times like these- half desperate, even, to get some space between myself. I get stuck in my head and can't get out without outside assistance ( Read more... ) -
i enjoy these mental images.
Being sad means a temporary lack of interest in shiny things and increased desire for snuggling up in warm blankets. NB: This is a relief, sometimes.
Being Sad means the big trippy washing machine of everyday outintheworld stimuli reduced to a trailing sentence of flickers trickling out from under a closed door.
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In the last two or three weeks, my self assigned project has been Mindfulness a la e2, a surprisingly complex business that has included a surreal amount of time on wikipedia and quite a lot of diagrams ( Read more... )