February 2012
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collected thoughts on burnt victorians
I watched a house burn down today. I just came across it. I was en route to Seaside to read for a while when it happened. A few blocks into Pequot Ave I noticed a bit of a build up of traffic, which is usually a calmer street to drive down. At the hydra-headed intersection I saw a long bellow of smoke and engine lights. As other people drove away, I pulled over and got out.
I pulled at the neck...
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collected thoughts, sundry and plato
I’m not sure why writing is being as therapeutic as it is for me lately. I’ve never been one to drink and fuck my nights away, so I can’t exactly call on myself to do that. I’m too in love with everything to dull my senses with any kind of drug, or anything like that either. Women lately haven’t had their coquette shine in any light, even in the most charged...
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cproughmixes:
Birds of Paradise Lost -...
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via pavorst)
“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via writingquotes)
it’s four in the morning
what the fuck am I doing
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a day off in the life
I have the day off tomorrow. I’m not exactly sure what I should do with it. I read about a Songbird Sanctuary, in Fairfield. 120 different species call their home there! Chances are, I’ll call tomorrow home there for a few hours. I do know I’ll be getting up at the crack of dawn to start my training to climb Mount Washington. I’ll be hiking all of the oddest places around, and going to my gym...
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collected thoughts on tonight and the past few...
I’m not really sad about it anymore, I was for a while though. I will say though, the worst part is trying to relearn to fall asleep. I never would of put that to be the one thing that really would bother me more than anything. I should also note, that I am literally in the same place that I was exactly one year ago. Odd. Somewhere in and out of love, watching the Oscar’s, wishing for...
sunwoozy asked: hey how's it going
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wild and free
I wish my life was put to music by Curtis Mayfield. I would just walk down the street and violins would flare up. Girls would look at me and you’d hear a saxophone squeal. People would dance.
and mind you
I am actually going to get through this. I did not think, before right now that I was going to make it. There are beautiful Italian girls on every street corner! I spent the night coercing their gazes away from me! Why! Lord, I was drunk and sad, but no more. From this moment on, I am no longer in love with anyone. Save the next girl with beautiful eyes and a spacious heart. Saudade is nothing in...
These fat fucks are making me sing. Is it the lyrics or what I’m drinking. What am I even fucking thinking.
I just talked to a guy, and he said there are two hundred billion people in the same boat that I am. I gave him a cigarette.
I feel like an island
“I ought to have a special hell for my anger, a hell for my pride, - and a hell...”
– Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell (1873)
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infringement
you know how they replace copyrighted music on youtube videos that shouldn’t them?
they replaced all the bob dylan videos with bach pieces
hilarious somebody up there really wants to see how far they can go with me
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sitting here with a glass of vodka, writing some liturgy and defamation of my research into heartbreak throughout the ages, looking through apartments and studios all the while, and listening to joao gilberto.
life is miserably good.
“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”
– Claude Monet (via qtheq)
