Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.– Rumi (asymptotejournal)
Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of...– Frédéric Chopin (via fckyeaharthistory)
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black tangled heart: Depression Awareness →
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal…
Nothing No. 23
I sit with my brother Listening to an old man Sing about passions controlled, Tempers quelled Love understood And certainly lost. Sipping beer, Old as the dirt my toes wriggle in At least on the inside.
Silent Kindred Yearning
Excerpt from "Sleep as Lethargy" by J.S.
I awakened on the comfort couch. Sunlight gave my skin the gradual buffet treatment. The bridge-testers, groggy, formerly gorging like Sunday, they were quite absent by this time. I grew hungry, brushed my teeth, cactus bristles, washed, and combed my wild hair. By now, hungry was around 6 to 10 inches, tall, I left for the town of New Bridge. Iron played a warbled set on this bridge I thought,...
Excerpt from "Castle Grayskull Decorator Discusses...
“I just want you to feel the same!” God keeps yelling at me through my saffron window. God rises with the dawn, clearing the throat: During day he ommmmmmsssss pop-up advertisements in the sky, And won’t shut up. God yanks out all my papers with messy frills attached, God is a sentimental bastard for sure.
Eavesdropping on the Sun and Moon
What I had little mind to highlight was that the dawn is simply god clearing his throat, brushing all dew off his blue pine of sky, and the sun was his first hum of approval, man his first gasp of defeat, but towards you and me there is only a grunt of absence. -And that won’t last long wont last long won’t will it?
Things Crowds Should Be Asked
Do you feel as if the human race has a time signature, and you’re one beat off? Every day the sun dies a little on the inside. Do you? Did you even notice that it’s the pink phase of spring? Can an apathetic hooker really give a fuck? Can you? Shouldn’t you people be out shopping for useless shit right now?
Automatic Writing 2012-T315
The 2 layrs of pallor puddles about the ground shudder under the sun. It is their respective recesses that allows the 12 oddsome petals of sprite anticipation to gauge their jump point: they misread it all. Rife, they end up in the drowning ale of fermented crowdclouds, 12 bullets in an inky vest of Kevlar. Round said puddle rinds the mind of it: the spirit corpse of slight hill found decreasing...
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others...– - Top five regrets of the dying [via The Guardian] Bronnie Ware is an Australian nurse who spent several years working in palliative care, caring for patients in the last 12 weeks of their lives. She recorded their dying epiphanies in a blog called Inspiration and Chai, which gathered so much...
Conversation with Kiss No. 89 at Point of No...
See I and my bad catholic knees worshipped the divine taste Yer candied spit shot, tongue lugged it- swallowed quick… (Blank! Blanking Mind! Tell her how it tastes!) Ok. So… Yer spit is kinda like rock candy a la dollar store. yer flushed lips parted neatly, pretty patient, but not like spring. Or most anything. The rock candy was flaxen colored btw. Like yer hair. Don’t you...
1 Image For A Burning Haus
Still, the clouding smoke could never drift far enough away, from fire ebbing like the nocturne it was surrounded by (Signal fires begin about the city). All around, All below that brick, wallpaper and people shrieking.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.– Samuel Beckett, born 106 years ago today. (via washingtonpoststyle)
Nothing No. 45
Today ill be the kid in a nice cardigan with a golden glitter embossed “Forever King” Michael Jackson tee, blasting classic black metal in a lonely side garden. And I will notice how fast the tulips have grown.
If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am...– Anaïs Nin (via corona-borealis)
Carbonation must be itchy. Like a wool sweater of drink. If liquids could itch that is. Geometry is proof that some kind of higher force may know we exist. How perfect are lines and simple shapes to the human mind? God is a one way conversation. Wine piles like lead in my stomach. It just. Sits. I have a box of it, because apparently I’m a middle class housewife at heart. We all...