February 2013
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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that...”
– Albert Camus
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January 2013
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you are my music i dance to your rhythm
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our days filled with glittering sand sparkling water burning afternoon sun our nights made of bright shining stars red ripe moon we dance through this time of colors lights, scents, sounds we move in the same rhythm with everything your diamond skin hair painted gold by the sun the black of your eyes swelling full like the moon radiant piercing me you are where it all comes together
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wasn’t it you who said it it was me who agreed agreed, i believe so, so what is this “how are you” you know don’t you you ask me and I, well, I I tell you how I am am I just another passing smile on your lips lips that sweetly drop these cruel things things have passed now, changed changed like the seasons that took you back back against back we must stand stand still and...
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GAIA
and i saw my mother who was the earth as i grew from her of her my roots draw life. she smiles now with her web of energy and i coil in her lap. her stories are ancient and speak of trees and the wind, and the trees and the wind speak of her. and i dream the same dreams as the earth. as the trees. as the wind.
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SMOKING
Now Here Bare Raw Coming down Getting up Looking out Staying in Smoke coiling Coffee warming Breath freezing Fingers numbing Thoughts running Music flowing Pencils tracing White paper Tabula rasa
December 2012
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what we need is a new myth
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Listen
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Listen
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October 2012
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Children mustn’t know
September 2012
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R
he’s in my dream saying I am like a vanilla cream muffin (and that’s supposed to be connected with something and have a deeper meaning but it’s too vague and dreamlike and all I can think of is just muffins) that he can’t look at me because he doesn’t get me in the end because of all things and everything else and I feel embarrassed because of that, and other things...
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am I seeking searching an opportunity a chance a blow in the head a smile a touch a false promise a beer-softened word or whatever
August 2012
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New Swans. YES.
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elemental i
I long for the fire in me that is the fire in you that is that is the universal, the eternal, devouring inspiring oh so sweet and addicting fulfilling emptying burning cleansing nurturing life-giving destroying - if desired - that is the kind of fire I long to feel
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the forest god is drunk
his eyes like two bottomless lakes - so they say and i have to agree - stare into emptiness he is erratic he talks dirty and orders more beer in this dark cheap bar
and i take a walk in the woods
wind rustling through that end-of-summer hair beard like moss his branches around me i dance on his roots
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July 2012
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“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window;...”
– Arthur Rimbaud
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summer nights
June 2012
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i have your face tattooed on the insides of my eyelids
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niin
miksi sen pitääkin olla niin että unelmiin hukkua voisin kuvitelmien seittiin sokeutua sotkeutua tapahtumiin päänsisäisiin joku, jota jotenkin katsella tahtoisin loputtomiin miksi sen pitääkin olla niin ettei näihin huoneisiin ajatuksiin rappeutuneisiin muita tuoda voi
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witching hour
cats in their summer heat meooowwrr sheets sticking on sweaty skin tossing turning sun already up (has it been down at all) get up for a smoke in the kitchen a glass of water hoping it was whiskey instead
back in bed start from your left foot, relax move on to right, relax- remember to buy bread- and call your mother- now you have three hours 13 minutes before you have to get up—
birds...
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14/4
the whole night I’m dancing on a rope balanced between your fingers under your eyes I dance only to remember myself, remind myself to forget you, but running the risk of the rope disappearing your eyes and fingers and all fading fading like this intoxication and me falling diving into oblivion
what is there to take me the hard kitchen floor or your soft fleeting touch or my own cold sheets...
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“sometimes our thoughts and feelings
are our most prized possessions
and then...”
– Saul Williams (via 4bracadabra)
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skin
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for L
in my dreams you walk. in my world after dark you smile. you dance. you are free of gloom and the weight of the world is no longer yours to carry. and you tell - no, you yell - that the pain is gone, the pain so familiar to you, all those years, tears that fell unnoticed. so you thought. but you don’t have to close your eyes to dream.
May 2012
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April 2012
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March 2012
4 posts
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“Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.”
– Marquis de Sade
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February 2012
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