"you're captives of a civilizational system that more or less compels you to go on destroying the world in order to live.""yes, that's the way it seems ( Read more... )

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guess who is home!
and guess who i am running (walking, rather) to go see!

<3

( some only sing at dusk )

the sky was clear that morning and there might still have been stars although he saw none. the thought of stars contributed to the power of his feeling. what moved him was a sense of those worlds around us, our knowledge however imperfect of their nature, our sense of their possessing some grain of our past and of our lives to come. it was that ( Read more... )

i'm interested in idea people. i dont want any of this dead-end mindset. if i, or anyone, has a thought, whimsical or important or possibly impossible, it'd be a hell of a lot easier if people backed it up. they dont have to believe in it, just believe in the person whose idea it was. i guess that's it ( Read more... )

the story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air--until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore ( Read more... )

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it was wrong of me to think it could ever be like that.

it is july 13th, 5:32 pm.
the sun is blinding, the leaves are swaying.
my tummy is full of gummy worms.
i'm protesting life and not wearing pants.
the mail just came.
the phone just rang, but breath is gone from my lungs.

and my heart is beating a little too fast.

EDIT:

remember ( this classy gent )