February 2012
1 post
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There are some days when you can’t get enough.
When you want the whole, huge world right up against you.
On your skin, in your hair
filling your nostrils
and you suck it in so deeply,
hold it in your lungs until you might burst,
and let it out in one giant laugh.
There are some days when
every stranger you see on the street is possibility.
You fall in and out of love a thousand...
November 2011
1 post
Wye Oak - Take It In
Oh baby, you’re a...
October 2011
4 posts
Or it's just me that does.
10.20
Perhaps the most pervasive sadness of our small and relatively short lives is the way we always manage to posture ourselves, just so, to make it impossible for any one person to actually, wholly know us.
We marginalize and compartmentalize the facts so minutely that it eventually becomes insurmountable to unveil absolutely all of it to even our most intimate of friends, lovers, family. We...
Jeff Mangum - My Dream Girl Don’t Exist
...
September 2011
2 posts
July 2011
3 posts
June 2011
1 post
4.19 (re-worked)
without any training or willing
this body has somehow perfected
the various processes of
healing itself.
each hair shed, regrows
bruises turn from red to purple to green
and slowly fade
these strained muscles will tingle and ache and still
pull themselves back together
a bone, broken and seemingly hopeless,
will re-knit its fibers
finding, again, its connectivity
but for all this, for...
April 2011
5 posts
1 tag
1 tag
March 2011
5 posts
A List: Current Addictions
Guayaki Mint Yerba Mate
Hot yoga
spoonfuls of peanut butter straight out of the jar
sandalwood bath salts
food blogs
Ian McEwan
sad, secret guilty pleasure songs on repeat
Google Chart Wizard
whiskey & ginger beer
American Spirits
Justified (but really just Timothy Olyphant)
black nail polish
pistachio macaroons
quinoa for breakfast
planning far-fetched vacations
Regretsy
Junior Kimbrough - Meet Me in the City
March.
If...
February 2011
13 posts
The Lengths - The Black Keys
Homegirl sure can sing. →
Adele 21 album preview on KCRW.
A Start.
He could only see the start of the affair once it had already come upon him. Like a stone already set in motion he had be rolling towards it since some unconscious sidestep in his path, the ultimate destination of which had yet to reveal itself to him. He caught the 5:40 train like any other day, his hard work shoes and long legs pounding up the slow moving escalator in anticipation of procuring...
Rattlesnake Charm (Dream Machine) - Sean Hayes
...
Backlog. 7.1.10
(written awhile ago. a little out of context coming from under all this snow. but, whatever.)
I am burying my life in things.
This clutter all crowds up around
me in teetering towers,
Threatening the crush at the
smallest provocation
Though,
There is safety in these piles
and places to hid small and evil
inklings- put away and never
unearthed by the broom- like
Winter’s remembered...
Time wasting wormhole. →
January 2011
26 posts
How many beers before they take off their shirt?... →
pterodactyls:
Hypothetically alive Presidents and not their dusty corpses, leisurely Saturday afternoon with nowhere else to be, based on no real facts whatsoever, standard 12oz beer cans.
Thomas Jefferson, Louisiana Purchase 1803: A polymath and scholar with well-documented bouts of loneliness, so basically a…
This is some top notch shit, right here.
(backlog)
All I say is Hello.
(but what I mean is
I am ready.
I am ready for you.)
I will pull your tiny world up by the bootstraps
And shake you as you’ve never been shook before.
Dance you as you’ve never danced before.
As you’ve never laughed before.
I will have you crying out for more
Oh lord! I am yours!
This is now or never.
This is now forever.
This is leap or don’t.
(you will, though, love.
you...
The War on Logic →
“The key to understanding the G.O.P. analysis of health reform is that the party’s leaders are not, in fact, opposed to reform because they believe it will increase the deficit. Nor are they opposed because they seriously believe that it will be ‘job-killing’ (which it won’t be). They’re against reform because it would cover the uninsured — and that’s something they just don’t...
haiku: bruce springsteen songs
tesslynch:
highway 34, summertime
whoa, the open road
light this motorbike on fire
yeah, the factory
the creek
whoa, your dad is mean
yeah, a bandit in the night
break through these chains girl
lightning avenue
and the guys in bars
women dresses front porch, oh
have myself a beer
Spot On.
Coldness in Love - D.H.
And you remember, in the afternoon The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk A flocculent dust on the floor of the world: the festoon Of the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth, And coldness clogged the sea, till it ceased to croon.
A dank, sickening scent came up from the grime Of weed that blackened the shore, so that I recoiled Feeling the raw cold dun me: and all the time You leapt...
