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Monday, 20 August 2007

  • After three days, I almost expect to pass by Lake Michigan and see the skeleton of an Arc being quite quickly fleshed out.

    I am a goddamn uninspired human being.

Wednesday, 08 August 2007

Wednesday, 27 June 2007

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    Only Revolutions: A Novel
    By Mark Z. Danielewski
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    Here's A Story For The Kids

    I don't know how I feel about this town anymore.

    I sit in an empty house, with a table covered in empty beer bottles and handles of harder things.

    My room is strewn with crushed cigarette boxes.
    Everytime I come back here I am smoking more.

    This town makes me feel young again. There are so many memories.

    This town makes me want to start writing again.

    But with every cigarette, every star, every empty 3am road, and the first note of that one chord of that one song...I know this town is killing me.

    As soon as I get here I know I need the city. I need the distance.
    Before I know it, I always find myself on empty highways or country roads.
    In a car or barefoot.
    Listening to the same songs.
    And feeling so small.

    I don't know how this town can always make me feel so alone, no matter who is with me.

    Sigur Ros plays through 5.1 surround sound
    and yet I can not wait, so badly, for sirens, traffic, drunks, and my bike (Hailey)

    I want to be in a world of frozen pizza and tshirt sheets.
    Somewhere where I don't keep thinking "we all need a little more room"

    But I suppose either way I'm left in a world of small beds and black lungs.



    all my words are spread across the canvas
    no one's seemed to see the things i say
    and those these eyes were once those of an artist
    failure has relieved me of a face
    and i am now aware
    that i am only the brushstrokes on the headstone of a man that never lived
    and this oh this, is this, a life that i have failed and i hoped to be forgiven

Saturday, 12 May 2007

  • Currently Listening
    Either/Or
    By Elliott Smith
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    My grandma was one of the most independent, strong women I've ever known and while she left us far too soon, I'm not sure if there could have been a better way for her time here to conclude. She was that same strong, vibrant woman up until the very end.

    There is an idea, put into my head by a book I first read when I was young and have read many times since then. That idea is that we are all infinite. I know that her life has touched everyone here, but she reached far beyond this room. She is infinite in the lives she touched and created. In those lives, and in our own, she will continue to live on.

    Socrates once said "Death may be the greatest of all human blessings. To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils."

    So let us try our best not to dwell on the sadness of this loss in our lives, but celebrate the life this amazing woman lived and everything beautiful that she gave to us.

    Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife. The first question was "Did you bring joy?" The second was "did you find joy?" I believe that all of us could answer the first question for her, but I know her answer to both would be a resounding yes.

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