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it's tricky when you feel someone has done something on your behalf it's slippery when your sense of justice murmurs underneath and is asking you: how am i going to make it right? with a palm full of stars i throw them like dice repeatedly i shake them like dice and throw them on the table repeatedly repeatedly until the desired constellation appears and i ask myself:
how am i going to make it right? how am i going to make it right? how am i going to make it right? and you hear, how am i going to make it right?
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[13 Mar 2008|12:07pm] |
I can't wait to be out of the dorms.
good day, sunlight, i'd like to say how truly bright you are. you don't know me but i know you, and you're my favorite.
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[17 Feb 2008|02:09am] |
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The Power Rangers movie (1995) is pretty incredible.
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[30 Jan 2008|01:08pm] |
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"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where--" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"--so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. "What sort of people live about here?"
"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," remarked Alice.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat, "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
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[28 Jan 2008|02:56am] |
one last goodbye may last the rest of your life; a one way trip can work both ways, and loose ends kept untied make better friends.
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[26 Jan 2008|02:36pm] |
i spelled out your name and listed the reasons; pain of heart, don't call me back. i imagine you when i was distant, non-insistent i follow suit and layed out on my back, imagine that a million hours left to think of you and think of that calm down, i'm calling you to say i'm capsized, staring on the edge of safe calm down, i'm calling back to say i'm home now and i'm coming around, i'm coming around
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[20 Jan 2008|09:45pm] |
oh, and i’m feeling directionless, yes, but that’s to be expected and i know that best and in creeps the morning and another day’s lost you’ve just written one dream and i reply fast, "all you need to save me, all you need to save me: call, and i'll be curled on the floor hiding out from it all and i won't take any other call." i feel like a fool, so i’m going to stop troubling you buried in my yard, a letter to send to you and if i forget or, god forbid, die too soon, i hope that you’ll hear me; know that i wrote to you.
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[15 Nov 2007|02:48pm] |
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i'm taking the knife to the books that i own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone.
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[10 Nov 2007|04:34pm] |
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice
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[07 Nov 2007|12:05am] |
Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is 't to be nothing else but mad?
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[06 Nov 2007|11:25am] |
TO EVERYONE WHO READS RECREATIONALLY:
I'm compiling my every-so-often renewed reading list, and, unfortunately, I'm lacking many suggestions as of late. So, if you've read something good lately (or not even recently, it makes no difference to me), let me know so I can add it. :-)
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[05 Nov 2007|02:16pm] |
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
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[04 Nov 2007|02:18pm] |
and the moment will come when composure returns put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall and you walk twenty yards with your head in the air down the liberty hill, where the fashion brigade look with curious eyes on your raggedy way and for once in your life you have nothing to say and could this be the time when somebody will come to say, look at yourself, you’re not much use to anyone
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[08 Oct 2007|03:00pm] |
and breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. well, this is incredible, starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. well, you'd like to think that you were invincible. yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time? well, this is the last time.
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[03 Oct 2007|02:12pm] |
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"...there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft... When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness... There is no act more wretched than stealing." (Khaled Hosseini)
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[07 Jun 2007|02:54pm] |
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If my life were a movie, there would be a sunset, and the camera would pan away. But the sky is just a little sister tagging along behind the buildings, trying to imitate their gray. The little boys are breaking bottles along the sidewalk. The big boys, too. The girls are hanging out at the candy store, pumping quarters into the phone 'cause they don't want to go home.
And i think, what if no one's watching? What if when we're dead, we are just dead? What if it's just us down here? What if god isn't looking down--what if he's looking up instead?
If my life were a movie, I would light a cigarette, and the smoke would curl around my face. Everything I do would be interesting. I'd play the good guy in every scene. But I always feel I have to take a stand, and there's always someone on hand to hate me for standing there. I always feel I have to open my mouth, and every time I do, I offend someone... somewhere.
But what if no one's watching? What if when we're dead, we are just dead? What if there's no time to lose? What if there's things we've gotta do, things that need to be said?
You know I can't apologize for everything I know. I mean, you don't have to agree with me, but once you get me going, you better just let me go. We have to be able to criticize what we love, say what we have to say, 'cause if you're not trying to make something better, then as far as I can tell, you're just in the way.
I mean what, what if no one's watching? What if when we're dead, we are just dead? What if it's just us down here? What if god is just an idea that someone put in your head? I mean what, what if no one's watching? What if no one's watching?
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[04 Jun 2007|04:20pm] |
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and i was blessed with a birth and a death and i guess i just want some say in between don't you understand in the day to day in the face to face i have to act just as strong as i can just to preserve a place where i can be who i am so if you still know how talk to me now...
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[31 May 2007|10:03pm] |
Cold blows the northern wind, Thick falls the snow. Be kind to me, love me, Take my hand and go with me. Yet he lingers, yet he havers! There is no time to lose.
The north wind whistles, Whirls the falling snow. Be kind to me, love me, Take my hand and go home with me. Yet he lingers, yet he havers! There is no time to lose.
Nothing is redder than the fox, Nothing blacker than the crow. Be kind to me, love me, Take my hand and ride with me. Yet he lingers, yet he havers! There is no time to lose.
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[31 May 2007|09:57pm] |
If along the highroad I caught hold of your sleeve, Do not hate me; Old ways take time to overcome.
If along the highroad I caught hold of your hand, Do not hate me; Friendship takes time to overcome.
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[26 May 2007|07:39pm] |
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.
-Amy Lowell
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