May 2013
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Thoughts on swimming
It is days such as today that I feel the worst. I don’t really care how sickeningly autobiographical this is going to need to be to express that which I am experiencing. Sometimes autobiography is therapeutic. Besides, I’m just a selfish human being anyway. We all are. Its okay. Maybe. There are days when I wake up experiencing little more than drowsiness. Those days usually end up...
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April 2013
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Watch
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G R I M E S: I don't want to have to compromise my... →
actuallygrimes:
i dont want my words to be taken out of context
i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized
i dont want to be molested at shows or on the street by people who perceive me as an object that exists for their personal satisfaction
i dont want to live in a world where im gonna have to start employing body guards because this kind of behavior is so...
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close thought catalog, whoever is in charge of...
agreed
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“Whatever it is that the individual does, and whatever happens to [her], that...”
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G.W.F. Hegel - Phenomenology of Spirit - §404, A.V. Miller translation
This is why Hegel is an existentialist and why every Hegelian pretty much has to admit their existentialism. Let’s break this quote down:
1. Whatever it is that the individual does, and whatever happens to [her], that [she]...
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I am moving forward
this is what progress feels like
I am caught with my own challenges
but I am unafraid.
They will be there,
whether I fear them or not,
whether I am anxious of their presence
or ready to toss them aside.
My progress is my success
and I am taking time to accept
that if I am to do any good for anyone else
to make things that I want to see in the world
that will do...
March 2013
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Good stuff from some good kids.
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brandnewswastikas:
BRB: Thinking of things
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throwing rocks in glass houses
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Poems are cool →
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February 2013
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WatchSmiley Gatmouth - “Clock Punchers”
But those that only saw the world
in Jesuses and Judases were usually
the people nailing someone to a crucifix
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January 2013
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I had a dream that Tao Lin called me and asked me personal information so he could send me a galley of his third novel, Taipei, from Vintage. His voice was unexpectedly high.
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between now and a future →
via lk-shaw:
You might go to college because you don’t know what else to do. You might spend long days in your bedroom. You might spend long nights in bars, drinking enough to fall asleep at night. You might write things about yourself sometimes. You might not have anybody to show them to.
You might spend three years in a relationship with somebody who retrospectively seems incompatible with...
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give me your thunderstruck
your beaming, your awesome
I will tear down your walls
to grant you a glass of laudanum
and stare at your facebook statuses
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From "Amazon employee sketch"
Elise and Leo walked up to Leo’s apartment. Inside they threw their jackets on the sofa and sat down at the table. Leo stared at Elise’s hair before asking “Would you like some tea?” She looked back and then looked down at the table and then back at Leo again. “Sure, that sounds good.” Leo went into the kitchen and started to boil some water. He pulled two mugs...
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and there are no more questions about your blog she said that it was too colorful and so it clearly needed more peonies strung out about like boxes we stood in the room too much caffeine and amphetamines to realize that we could all talk and stuff eventually those photos and interviews will be published for everyone to talk about but what happens if no one ever talks about art? I’m not...
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I am rummaging through stacks of former moments memories locked into step with the loss of inertia as sleepy fingers fall onto keystrokes made for a moment of reprieve danger: there are dormice fat and bulbous preening on the edge of my bed and asking for me to get up and to throw them some food perhaps a pear I have yet to eat for breakfast or lunch when they come scurrying back ...
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remembering when i could open my window from my...
staceyteague:
feel unable to express certain things, uh, even feel unable to identify what i can’t express
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If I could meet you after reading some poems that you wrote and posted on the internet then I would say that I liked your poems and then we could actually talk about important things maybe But I am horribly bad at introducing myself to people and I am even worse (excuse me) at doing it in some way over the internet and I must admit it doesn’t feel right; like I’m pretending to be...
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I am writing an essay but I take breaks to work and drink coffee sometimes or drink beer or perhaps some whiskey but never while doing research involving rats and their behavior while self-administering cocaine or while selling coffee to other people most of whom I do not enjoy and sometimes I get paid for these excursions and use the money to reside in my apartment and perhaps read or look at...
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i consider for a moment taking some advil but then i realize it won’t help there are too many stories pushed into my far corners or more likely my memories are like cobwebs soaking up coffee shop visits and fishing excursions there are no wounds like these that would benefit from an over-the-counter analgesic instead, they’ll have to wait for too much talking and too much walking until...
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Its the end of the world and I wish I couldn’t because tomorrow I’ll wake up and everything will be the same as it always has been but we wont be we still won’t be through getting over the boulders we threw between here and the sea the sea we drank up and decided to spit out the beach we walked over and never thought once of how it might one day be empty of all that history too...
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Break a cup of tea across your forehead stay in bed until 10:30 have sex until 11:00 get up and get dressed please yell at me please tell me I don’t have a future please sell me things please walk away “Are you doing anything in particular?” No.
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I just want my cough to go away Someday I’ll be able to sit and drink a cup of coffee again I really just want to sleep if I could sleep for days at a time with no consequence I would do so but I would be so incredibly depressed I would probably do other things than go to whole foods or queen supers and buy things to eat and go to my job and make lattes and other milk-sugar-espresso...
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I am listening to music other people think is important and thinking about how I shouldn’t be getting drunk because it doesn’t help motivate me to do what I want instead I get stuck on everything that leaves me sunk down past the pallor you told me to leave behind they aren’t styles I chose to imitate only words that seem to come from nowhere and once I put them to page i can...
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I have a letter for you and I made a coffee for this poetry slam and I keep thinking about when it felt good to feel anything at all the moon won’t fall into earth kirsten dunst doesn’t know anything there aren’t melodramatic things unless we make them that way they aren’t natural that’s why the mind is melodramatic we make it what it is and thinking about tomorrow...
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opening bottles of yesterdays dreams I hit the trail for another summit’s pass all these memories boil off like steam I’m (always) breaking plans on broken glass climb those ladders, write down the date keep things in your pockets, just not too deep too many faces kept yet I let the faces melt counting grains of sand and nothing left too blurry I’m sorry for the things that I...
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Collaborating with people is like writing a novel I have worked with Euripides and he told me to write more songs about tragedies To make something from one of your thoughts is to add an additional paragraph or chapter to one of Feynman’s diagrams And there is something to be said in that when some guy asked Picasso to put down paint he rewrote history with pain and when eventually one...
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we were reading the same book but you closed it on your favorite page and told me you had to return it I never disliked plato before but now I’ve learned of a happier metaphysics I have a bunch of messages that talk about hippocrates he described the term melancholy little did he know of rocks on window panes and lost dreams to fitful sleep without a good book I cannot tell you things about...
