February 2009
30 posts
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Subduction.
A daughter becomes a son when the hatred dies between them. A father begets a mother when the stew comes off unscathed. Together they sew their futures, Knitting corners, Feeling safe. There are enough of you out there to know what I mean when I say that this tragedy ends with me. Never quite any of the above, A fill in the blank, No multiple choice. Some people will tell you that there is a world...
January 2009
14 posts
March 26 Birthday Astrology
An Aries born on March 26 will be a bright individual. Although they appear capable, they possess a deep insecurity that can create emotional distress. They are unlikely to reveal these vulnerabilities, preferring to solve their own problems.
Aries Information for March 26 You should embrace: Displaying sensitivity, a sense of beauty, being happy You should avoid: Being secretive, ignoring the...
“Be resolutely and faithfully what you are; be humbly what you aspire to be. Be...”
– Henry David Thoreau
Understatements.
meg: LA is a very lonely city.
phil: That's what makes it special.
phil: And harrowing.
meg: I guess.
phil: It's the apocalypse, an all-encompassing void that stares into you, demanding you to expand and fill its dimensions.
phil: And often, that tears people apart.
phil: But because of that, it gives people the freedom to do just about anything.
phil: And if you get used to that, it's hard to step away from.
meg: Phew, pressure.
Dot Dot Dot
I can feel it all coming together.
Things that are connected, former randoms, making sense.
There is a purpose,
it is on the tip of my tongue;
it is happening.
What’s the word?
You are amaZing and the world is golden.
Someone said this to me today.
Sometimes I get freaked out about the concept of time. How fast or slow it is passing, varying ways by which to measure this passing (achievements? bathroom breaks?) and aging. As if I were a character in a video game racing the clock to find buried treasure with a metal detector. Its a concern that has plagued me from youth. I think this is because I was treated so...
Obamanation - do your civic duty and help Molls...
molls:
go click on my fucking google ads like your mouse is your hands and the ads are really cute, fat babies that love being tickled.
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The 5th Horseman of the Apocalypse.
My interpretation of the events leading up to this moment now is, as always, muddled with the consequences. To infer a direct relationship with anything would be naïve, and ultimately fruitless, just like recreating a natural disaster is never quite the original. But I am grateful for the result, firmly believing that it is indeed the roller coaster that engages us – and not the long waves in...
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