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I never was bereft January 3, 2011





Did you love well what very soon you left?
Come home and take me in your arms and take
away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.
Never so full, I never was bereft
so utterly.

-from “Coda” by Marilyn Hacker

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Day 19 – 60 Day Challenge

Filed under: 60 Day Challenge,My Life — prisingh @ 1:50 pm
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A talent of yours

A talent of mine would have to be painting, drawing, sketching, doodling.. basically anything related to creating something aesthetically pleasing. Although aesthetics are purely subjective… so I might be a sucky artist to some people.

 

Is Ignorance Bliss?

Filed under: Art / Photography / Inspiration — prisingh @ 12:39 pm
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“The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”

-Jonathan Safran Foer

 

Respect?

Filed under: Art / Photography / Inspiration — prisingh @ 10:41 am
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“We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.”
— Hunter S. Thompson

 

People Eating People

Filed under: Music — prisingh @ 5:09 am
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People Eating People – I Hate All My Friends

I hate all my friends, every single one. All they ever do is take things from me.

I hate all my friends, every single one. All they ever do is lie through their teeth.

Honest, you’ve made me SO honest, you’ve made me so angry, you’ve made me mean.

I hate all their eyes, every single one. All they ever do is scam, scan, and scam.

I hate all their eyes, every single one. All I ever see are daggers.

What are you whispering to them? Where are you taking your new friends? How is it everybody knows my name?

Oh, my dear old friend, where have you gone? I would’ve died for you, without a second though. But didn’t you know it; you were trying to kill me all along.

 

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