January 2010
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i wonder if this is the beginning of your spiral. i can almost feel the muffled mutterings of your mind.
please, this fall ends in shallow waters above jagged rocks.
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i think. i think. i have found someone worth something. we had tea together over the weekend, the day after the night we walked from gallery to gallery. we talked about our misgivings with everything. she and i agree, we are the same person, except for the fact that i’m two heads taller and act more boyish. and we’re okay with that.
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sometimes it’s nice walking in the rain without an umbrella.
trails of water down your face, dripping hair; visible breaths: puff, puff, puff; biting your lip to keep back the shudders.
everyone looks at you like you’re crazy.
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http://www.inbflat.net/ →
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http://www.pogomix.net/ →
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i refuse to believe that i made the wrong decision in coming to this city; i won’t admit it.
but i almost feel it in my throat.
at the same time, i’ve met some wonderful (although sometimes eccentric) people, such as the man in the park who feeds the pigeons and speaks to them—“no, no, you have to wait. if i feed it to you like this, you’ll choke!”—or the other...
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‘cause i’m as free as a bird now.
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http://www.markevansart.com/ →
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i don’t want to wait until too late to meet the people of my dreams; those who encourage me, those whom i hold in high esteem.
every day is a little less time.
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walking down the streets of new york again feels strange. i felt strange at home in florida, and i still feel strange here. i feel alienated to an extent, withdrawn from the rest of everyone. i don’t know if this is a phase that i’ve been experiencing.
perhaps i’ve only been thinking far too much like usual.
on an unrelated note, while packing for my return to new york, i...
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“you have a nice stride.”
– a quiet, direct man who passed me on the streets of new york.
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sometimes i sit here, listening to songs, and just feel them. the words go in one ear, and they don’t come out from the other. instead they travel; down my throat, through my vessels, to my heart, which feeds them to my lungs. then they go backwards, from my lungs: heart, vessels, throat. then to my mouth, where i hold them until my next exhale.
this is how i feel music.
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5:04 AM; to-do list complete!
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i’m going to fall asleep to violins.
my alarm is set to 5 AM, to wake me for a radio show half way around the world.
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a short to-do list.
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“He began to see a kind of beauty in the strangeness of the field, too. It was...”
– Walter Tevis; The Man Who Fell to Earth
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swallowonmyneck:
Five hours of pain for something that will last forever.
i’ve always wanted something beautiful like this.
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http://www.myspace.com/label228project →
here begins the accumulation of postal stickers for a second book.
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i remember, when i was younger, i used to go to buddhist temples and monasteries every time i visited taiwan.
i miss the incense and the quiet and the solemnity. i miss the beautiful statues of the bodhisattvas, especially guan yin.
i miss the smells of the temples.
i want to visit one in new york, but they seem so different. i just don’t know.
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there was once a time when i valued a certain friendship greatly. but my friend did not see it in the same light as i did. we stopped speaking shortly after beginning high school. i kept trying to keep it up, but i didn’t want to seem overbearing. i only recently came to terms with the fact that we’d had a falling out.
tonight i saw my friend again. we and two other friends...
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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. i don’t want to see him again. tell me again why i’m going?
oh, yeah, because i can’t stand to be blamed for not trying.
i want to make you feel like you make me feel.
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i want…
step for step, arm-swing for arm-swing.
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http://modcinema.com/bestsellers.html →
i feel like #8 is a necessary addition to my collection.
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we all fall to flames in the end, don’t we?
searching for beautiful words to ease this rapid heartbeat. face in palm, resting eyes.
shaky breaths.
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