Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and this is where I think language came from. It came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like the word water, we came up with a sound for ( Read more... )

The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another french fashion or historical curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century ( Read more... )

the dream starts out where him and i are lying in his bed in his room. i'm on the right side he's on the left ( Read more... )

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Do you remember when you used to rescue her, from that hell hole of a house ( Read more... )

Poetry is much akin to the way I spend time these days ( Read more... )

"i have this dream where we are laying in her bed, and she has her head on my chest. i take my eyes off of her for a moment to study the things in her room. her records, posters, clothes in the open closet. we're breathing to the same beat of the slow song on the stereo. she looks up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, and i kiss her. i'm ( Read more... )

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"se lo e levato in piedi in su" o "lo ha lasciato che appendo ( Read more... )

on tuesday night my father dedicated "daughters" by john mayer, to me ( Read more... )

i can't be honest with myself. that would mean admitting to failure. i'm such a stubborn bastard sometimes ( Read more... )