December 2011
antares- asked: Happy holidays, swanky sea-chelle and a happy new year. All the best for the big move, and whatever the future may bring. Cheers, Ash
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Hesitate to Call by Louise Glück
Lived to see you throwing Me aside. That fought Like netted fish inside me. Saw you throbbing In my syrups. Saw you sleep. And lived to see That all that all flushed down The refuse. Done? It lives in me. You live in me. Malignant. Love, you ever want me, don’t.
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We are the bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows—a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone’s imagination.
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Anonymous asked: if you had the power to bring back one trend what would it be?
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To move Cleanly. Needing to be Nowhere else. Wanting nothing From any store. To lift something You already had And set it down in A new place. Awakened eye Seeing freshly. What does that do to The old blood moving through Its channels?”
Fresh by Naomi Shihab Nye
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NDAA (and SOPA) Set To Become Law: The Terror Is... →
my stomach fucking hurts. i’m going to be thinking about this all night :( this is horrible.
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from "Cities"
I want something else in my mouth. . . . I want something other the cough in coffee and the cawf in cough the dog in doggerel and dawg in dog, not god but gawd. Forget gaudy, forget gaudeamus igitur. I want the gutter in guttural and syllables like crates loaded onto barges rusted, planks swollen, gangrenous, bitter as iodine and its ignominies, the conglomerates stuffed into my mouth before...
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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.