Monday, December 27, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
One man, one vote:
I'm negotiating between borders, and it's not fighting, it's something else. It's not apathy, it's something else. More impassive than listless, a torpor, a languor. It's a geopolitics of my body as Continent: my Heart diplomatic, my Liver in ruins, my Bones hard-liners, my Fingers (*drumming!*), my Toes all a chorus of agreement. My Heart (*beating*) a council, where everything is argued and nothing is solved. It's not forgetting to feel, but there is a rule of law and it presses for Pragmatism. A sensibility for sufficiency. A ruckus of reason. A rally for reaction. Oh Einstein, you were so wasted on the Young.
I plea, you plea, we all plea for sanctity.
posted by fuzzkill 10:32 am 0 comments
I plea, you plea, we all plea for sanctity.
*Pic: Toothpaste for Dinner
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Wednesday, December 01, 2010
how do you wake someone up from inside a dream?:
pic:weheartit
It's weird and I know nobody believes me, but these days, I am feeling Happy. Maybe it's something about turning 25. I hope this lasts. A very long time. Because, in spite of myself, I do hate fighting with The Boy.
posted by fuzzkill 10:39 am 2 comments
pic:weheartitIt's weird and I know nobody believes me, but these days, I am feeling Happy. Maybe it's something about turning 25. I hope this lasts. A very long time. Because, in spite of myself, I do hate fighting with The Boy.
posted by fuzzkill 10:39 am 2 comments
