Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
memory
Why does reminiscing feel so good? Is the crystallized memory? The security of knowing that it will never change. So is the appeal of history.
Fate
I was listening to "1979", the 2nd track on a cd of 138 tracks. Instead of hitting the replay button, I accidentally hit the random button. Now there coincidentally happen to be 2 "1979" tracks on this cd, and the player randomly chose track 128, which coincidentally happened to also be "1979".
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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Stifling sky, between heaven and hell, where we lay our scene. Fox-brimmed carrion envisioned in incredulous caviar. Brevity for solid carp, which steals the soul of humanoids laying feelings from past seizures. I sat in my darkened room, arms around knees, feeling for a being, feeling for me. For mud, swimming in circles to understand blocks. These moments betrothed better moments. Are these better steps? Does one singing leave clothes untied? In dreams the tortoise does unwrap the mind. And we are all different for it.
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