December 2011
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Ode to Forgetting the Year
Forget the year, the parties where you drank too much, said what you thought without thinking, danced so hard you dislocated your hip, fainted in the kitchen, while Gumbo, your hosts’ Jack Russell terrier, looked you straight in the eye, bloomed into a bodhisattva, lectured you on the six perfections while drunk people...
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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But...”
– Jessica, age 8, What is Love?
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“Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in...”
– David Byrne (via misswallflower)
Ernest Hemingway, Yelper →
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“He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive...”
– Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
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“I’ll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours.”
– Bob Dylan
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WatchI rather enjoyed this. Blippy Worm
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Cold Morning
Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o’clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things
in the morning that has a thick skin of ice on it as the water tank has, so nothing flows, all is bone, telling its tale of how hard the night had to be
for any heart...
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“Contemplation makes life miserable. We should act more, think less and stop...”
– (via neelvan)
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My Life as a Subject
At night, we debated the skin of language, questioned what might be revealed inside: a soft pink fruit, a woman in a field… Or a shadow, sticky and loose as old jam. Our own dialect was abstract, we wished to understand not how things were but what...
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