May 2013
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This album all day.
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eighty-six
Today’s excitement centered around what was in the refrigerator that smelled like it had never been refrigerated.
Life is decay.
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“… mothers and fathers made up the gods so that their children could sleep...”
– Davos Seaworth, The Onion Knight
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eighty-five
I can remember running
for almost a day
after wounded eland
their baying, foaming mouths
the prayers of thanks
the sound of knife thru fur
the bleeding
the taste of fresh heart.
but I can’t remember,
no matter how hard I try,
what it was like
when I didn’t have a cell phone.
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eighty-four
this day’s become all
speckled shade and
wind chimes and
clinking ice in sweaty glass
a wasp bumps against the screen
over
and over
and over
like something’s gonna change.
atheist,
she announces.
me,
the great inarticulator
I stumble over the words
I never needed to name it
who knows
what’s what
what whats
could be gas behind a curtain
making monkeys fly or...
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eighty- three
some days I’m ugly some days I’m sweet some days I’m funny some days I’m just meat
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April 2013
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eighty-two
tragic flaw n. A flaw in the character of the hero of a tragedy that brings the hero to ruin or sorrow.
What am I if not the hero of my own tragedy - a curious mixture of blood, bone, bravado, and tragic flaws.
Take this one for instance:
My willingness to accept any pill or capsule that is offered, whenever, from whomever. It’s impossible for me to turn one down. It’s almost as...
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eighty-one
The only thing that can stop a bad guy with a bomb is a good guy with a bomb.
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eighty
Don’t know why I haven’t felt like posting lately. I just haven’t. I haven’t felt like doing anything. All there is is work. Work.
I fear that there’s some sort of life-change going on - that it’s beyond my control. A tumor. A stage of Old that the whole world has conspired to hide from me.
I saw the Life of PI recently and could totally relate when Pi and...
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seventy-nine
Just gonna say one thing:
“drunk girls in espadrilles!”
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NBC:
A 12-year-old girl who was abducted and beaten by men trying to force her into a marriage was found being guarded by three lions who apparently had chased off her captors, a policeman said Tuesday.
The girl, missing for a week, had been taken by seven men who wanted to force her to marry one of them, said Sgt. Wondimu Wedajo, speaking by telephone from the provincial capital of Bita Genet,...
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seventy-eight
The novelty of this “work” thing has definitely worn off. For a while there it was like a new adventure every day but now it just feels like my soul is slowly being crushed. Thoreau said that most men lead lives of quiet desperation. It’s true. I have become sad and desperate - coming to the surface once a day, gasping for air, only to slowly sink back down.
March 2013
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seventy-seven
Tumblr is a cold, deep ocean of all things dark and beautiful.
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seventy-six
Every time I open my mailbox I think I’m going to find something that will change my life.
It didn’t happen today.
That’s 22,810 days in a row.
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Been listening to this all day.
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Dick Diet
4th rule of Dick Diet: All food and drink that start with the letter “B” are good food and drink, and can be consumed with impunity.
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Dick Diet
3rd rule of Dick Diet: Whenever it comes down to a choice between food and alcohol, always chose alcohol.
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Dick Diet
Been putting on a few pounds lately. Not that I’ve really changed the way I eat. It’s more like a slowing metabolism crashing into this fucking middle-class American lifestyle - don’t fucking get me started.
Anyway, I’ve decided to introduce a little more discipline into the way I eat - not realy a diet per se (though I call it The Dick Diet for lack of a better name) -...
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February 2013
17 posts
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seventy-six
no good reason for going to the War Memorial
brought back memories that had taken years to quiet
nightmares the last couple of nights
almost worse now - knowing that there was really no purpose
over 58,000 wasted lives splattered across the wall
that age-old blood sacrifice of young men to the Hubris of old men
Iraq
Afganistan
I have come to believe it will always be so
it is of...
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