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[07 Aug 2009|03:10pm] |
i'm just not quite sure what to make of any of that. i refuse to jump to conclusions, but now that it's in the back of my mind i can see it eating away at me.
i just want to love.
i just want to be loved.
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[03 Aug 2009|07:27pm] |
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Philip Smith has a crush.
:)
She's won't be back in the states until the 7th, and will probably be too busy to hang out when she gets back, but the thought of her is pretty awesome right now.
I can't wait to see her again tho.
Fin.
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| Wow |
[24 Jul 2009|12:02am] |
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I can't believe she's getting married on Saturday. I didn't think it'd feel this weird, but now it is... Wine. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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[08 Jul 2009|10:56pm] |
i'm in paris
it's fucking rad
that is all
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(love a llama)
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| I'm Explaining a Few Things |
[27 Jun 2009|03:35pm] |
I'm Explaining a Few Things
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
I'll tell you all the news.
I lived in a suburb,
a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
and clocks, and trees.
From there you could look out
over Castille's dry face:
a leather ocean.
My house was called
the house of flowers, because in every cranny
geraniums burst: it was
a good-looking house
with its dogs and children.
Remember, Raul?
Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
from under the ground
my balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Brother, my brother!
Everything
loud with big voices, the salt of merchandises,
pile-ups of palpitating bread,
the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
oil flowed into spoons,
a deep baying
of feet and hands swelled in the streets,
metres, litres, the sharp
measure of life,
stacked-up fish,
the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which
the weather vane falters,
the fine, frenzied ivory of potatoes,
wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea.
And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings --
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!
Face to face with you I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives!
Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain :
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers,
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.
And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land?
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!
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(love a llama)
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[10 May 2009|11:06pm] |
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I miss you. I can't stand to be around you and I think you're a crazy bitch, but I was so happy when things went well. I miss those awesome days we spent together. We just can't be friends... It sucks... Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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(love a llama)
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[20 Apr 2009|02:17am] |
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Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means you've decided to live life despite its imperfections. So be happy because life sucks, but you're doing just fine.
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(love a llama)
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| Hmmm |
[05 Apr 2009|09:09pm] |
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This from Joey Comeau's book Overqualified:
"There must be a way we can talk about the past so that it's more than just the past. Everything that has happened or will happen exists together. Just at different times. People die, but that isn't any different from the edge of a table. The table is still there. It just doesn't stretch that far." Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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(love a llama)
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| Bleh |
[30 Mar 2009|11:20pm] |
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Part of me really wants to quit my job. 6pm-3am shifts every Monday suckkkkk. 10pm-7pm shifts every saturday and Sunday almost suck worse. I kinda wish I had a life. But damn 15 ish bucks an hr is awesome. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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[27 Mar 2009|02:14am] |
after really long convos yesterday with katie dew and helen hunter, i've realized that i'm pretty pro-life.
whoda thunk it?
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| Hoppípolla |
[20 Mar 2009|10:16pm] |
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Vindurinn og útilykt af hárinu þínu Ég anda eins fast og ég get með nefinu mínu. Hoppípolla Í engum stígvélum.
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[07 Mar 2009|08:56pm] |
sometimes i take a Shower
with the lights off.
but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On,
because i remember how afraid of the dark i am.
sometimes i go to the Airport
and just sit in there for a few hours.
because i like watching people Reunite.
sometimes i cut my Fingernails way too short.
like, down to the quicks.
because it’s an odd feeling, the way my fingertips Hurt
every time i touch something.
sometimes i go out in public without my Shoes,
because i like feeling the Real ground,
not just the inside of my shoes.
sometimes i re-arrange my Bedroom,
but then i change it right back
because everyone knows that there isn’t a single person
in the world that isn’t afraid of Change.
sometimes i try reading books Upside-down
because i think thats what it would be like if i couldn’t
Read
at all.
sometimes i just sit and watch the Grass grow,
because we’re lucky that it even grows in the First
place.
sometimes i do things.
sometimes i don’t.
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