May 2010
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May 27th
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May 27th
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January 2010
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lost paradises
a white piece of notebook paper this morning, I felt like in the gutter and the sun bright, my eyes not as dark as the sky walking slowly, steps plunging in pavement as ripples shift the path and grass her soft eyes telling me on a languid line across streets and motors firing to the Gulf in a long a day turning longer, my giant eyes ahead now almost to to the point of she told me it was okay...
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October 2009
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“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter....”
– Kurt Vonnegut
Oct 30th
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September 2009
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August 2009
35 posts
Aug 29th
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Listenbadly drawn boy -  a minor incident
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ListenGuided by Voices- Game of Pricks
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Aug 17th
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Aug 15th
sites
boring day average house poor resolution spaces in-between atoms quarks imaginary estate
Aug 15th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
Aug 14th
stops there, or diamonds
once i wanted to stop there at the pondering and the madness when i drank a tidal wave and wanted to explode in a flash of light and signal Polaris to keep it moving and name every star in diamond caves where infantile wonder spilt out in gummy grins and so i’ve danced with my daydreams in jigsaw step until the great unknown cuts in and it stops there.
Aug 13th
Aug 13th
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“All you need do is to understand what I am talking about. Ponder what I say....”
– The Cosmic Joke (via dalasverdugo) (via poortaste) (via motionsensorsoundtrack) (via oneafter909) (via iamastrangeloop)
Aug 12th
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“Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November!—and the bright calm sun,...”
– Jack Kerouac
Aug 12th
May 2009
2 posts
May 28th
take the lead and sing it loud raise your voice against the blaring horns go ahead and force the high notes from the bottom of the lowest octave shriek in discord without hesitation crack the ceiling of the cold glass world give everything and lend your voice to lightning cracks on some Calvary hill breathe your last measure in harmony on a still dark morning.
May 24th