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chase yourself February 19, 2011

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Dear existence reminders, love geniuses, heart openers/warmers, romantic rebels, dear natural machines from the sun, dear moments of ecstasy and imperfect thirsts, dear wingspreaders, pure souls, perfect friends, star children, moon children;

May your coming year be filled with magic, dreams and good madness. I hope you discover roads of delights, find a new euphoria, reveal lightness, get a little messy, experience total abandon, dance it out, laugh until you cry, forget fear, chase the challenges, climb a good tree, read some fine books, have people around to hug you, create something beautiful- write or draw or build or sing. And I hope you go beyond yourself, stand up as yourself, keep growing always, but mostly I hope you love and are loved.

 

we were never built to last January 31, 2011


 

I Now Understand January 29, 2011

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Ever since I was young I never understood anything about the world. And anything that happened in my life, the only thing that ever made sense to me was you, and how I felt about you, that’s all I’ve ever known, and that’s enough… That’s enough for me for the rest of my life.

 

Quitter January 26, 2011









 

What’s the fuss? January 25, 2011










 

Unremembered January 18, 2011

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The biggest scars are unseen and unremembered,

always from a smile you forgot long ago.

We would never get anything done otherwise

 

January 16, 2011









 

Treble January 10, 2011









 

Don’t punish me with brutality January 6, 2011

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Marvin Gaye – What’s Going On



Mother, mother

There’s too many of you crying

Brother, brother, brother

There’s far too many of you dying

You know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some lovin’ here today – Ya


Father, father

We don’t need to escalate

You see, war is not the answer

For only love can conquer hate

You know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some lovin’ here today


Picket lines and picket signs

Don’t punish me with brutality

Talk to me, so you can see

Oh, what’s going on

What’s going on

Ya, what’s going on

Ah, what’s going on


In the mean time

Right on, baby

Right on

Right on


Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong

Oh, but who are they to judge us

Simply because our hair is long

Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some understanding here today

Oh


Picket lines and picket signs

Don’t punish me with brutality

Talk to me

So you can see

What’s going on

Ya, what’s going on

Tell me what’s going on

I’ll tell you what’s going on – Uh

Right on baby

Right on baby

 

Dusk January 5, 2011

i keep thinking how people are motivated to do things like write all nights or walk out of their rooms and take buses. i am bored and tired, and i hide in grayness that comes and passes and the smoky ghosts surround me and dance like fire shadows. each day i tell myself i must get up and write but sleeping always seems like blissful and too easy, and all my body hurts again. i dream and then i wake up and its dusk all days are dusk now from 3 a.m. to 3 a.m. just wanting things seems too tiring for my cold limbs. what does it mean. what does it mean. i am just that. ash and bone and harsh laugh. i am just magazine cutout face and little print, i see all the small letters on my arms. i blink and continue staring at ceiling. it will be sunrise soon enough. before i blink thousand times.