December 2010
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Kerouac's Tea, Buddha, Ghanja →
November 2010
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Powder Blue
Open your eyes. Powder blue meets the world. The first one streamlines the cheek, paving the way for an onslaught of hot, fresh tears. The eyes. Ancient and inexplicably profound. I almost believe in God. Welcome to the world, population: 6 billion and counting. Go make your mark. I demand it of you. Is money the measure of success? Can you weigh happiness? Welcome to the world child. Don’t...
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Cabin Livin' mix →
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“His experience and the showers and thrills are not for nothing. Nothing can jar...”
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Him, her. You, me.
His thoughts were perpetually tied to an irrational need to qualify people. He looked around for eyes that talked and for eyes that listened. He measured shrewdness and optimism. Car-driving windows down, he’d think: there are either sensitive animals or insensitive animals. Which one am I? Social interaction is a sport, sure enough. His invocations of humor were structured for...
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Born In The Wrong Decade. →
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“I do not fear death, in view of the fact that I had been dead for billions and...”
– Mark Twain (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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Flamenco Sketches, or Salvation.
As The Misfit wipes his glasses,
you repent.
Save me! Jesus!
3 shots fired,
silence in the night.
Salvation is more clever than to found in a book. The pool of your eyes will tell you more. Beyond the beyond. Our little rock in the big black void of ephermal emptiness. Circling around a heating star. This star is one of 200 billion in this, the Milky Way. The Milky Way is one of 200...
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“Be careful, he said to himself, it is all very well for you to write simply and...”
– The Garden of Eden (via fuckyeahhemingway)
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