December 2009
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There was the day we swam in a river, a lake, and an ocean. And the day I quit the job my father got me. And the day I stood outside a door, and listened to my girlfriend making love to someone obviously not me, inside,
and I felt strange because I didn’t care.
There was the morning I was born, and the year I was a loser, and the night I was the winner of the prize for which the audience...
I’m draining and hydrating myself with the lonely...
“A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they’re not dead, really....”
– Harold and Mauld (1971)
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wednesday's musings
It’s when you have multiple tasks to finish and near the brink of time collapsing when you need to do something like this, to muse. I’d like to write down what I’ve already and continued to enjoy thanks to the month of December:
snowflake designs on my diet coke
103.5
christmas decorations, specifically at South Coast
singing Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer too many times
...
People are like art exhibits.
gatekeeper:
brainfood-:
A shallow person stumbles in and labels all the paintings on display “Messy” or “Meaningless,” but if you stare at the images long enough you can see that they’re filled with great power and passion as well as intelligence.
Just like people.
I love the way you say good morning but hate the way you say good bye.
“Keep your coins, I want change.”
