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The iPhonization of My Life

19 November, 2010
I wonder about levels of purity within myself. In both the physical and mental/spiritual senses. There are things I can do or not do, habits I can adopt or abolish, things I can strive for or disregard. What things are best? This depends on what I want. So what do I want? That gargantuan question aside, my decision rests on 1. what I want to be taking in, and 2. what I am spending my time putting out.

Where?

22 October, 2010
Where has this world gone? It spilled out into the oceans from oil tankers It bled out of innocent victims of genocide It escaped through gaping holes in consciences and the ozone It all went into the silicon-based things your hand holds It found an escape from pain in death It suffocated not under feet, but footprints It is gone, simply

Walking is like running while appreciating

19 October, 2010
You don’t even know where you’re going. There are a million tiny busses running on a million tiny little tracks, and you don’t even know the track, let alone the bus. Trees scratch the windows, scarring paint tracks painted by people who weren’t making minimum wage, and you just keep your eyes significantly drier than the torrents of oil falling from the sky outside. The driver glances back in his bubble-distortion mirror, and you find yourself smiling at him whenever he glances up.

I want to

6 October, 2010
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

.transgress

3 October, 2010
There is some absolute way that I can be everything, and nothing. I don’t know what that means, exactly, but it’s possible. I could be absolutely anything I wanted to, and because it’s all in how I view it, I could, theoretically, simultaneously be nothing. I have to drink up everything I can, suck it all in, because I only get this one chance. This one short, brief, little opportunity to experience everything I can.

Don'tTradition,please

23 September, 2010

It's

18 September, 2010
It’s familiar. It’s structural. It’s comforting. It’s safety, knowing caring and compassion still exist. It’s a warm blanket on a cool summer night. It’s hot cocoa someone made for you waiting by a fire. It can be a gleaming nectarine of ecstasy or a slow cello saying, ‘Hey, we got this.’ It’s mascara stains on a white t-shirt. It reminds who you are and who you care about. It says innumerable words with the utmost sincerity.

Kneel

18 September, 2010

Deer Tick - Christ Jesus

11 September, 2010
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Good

11 September, 2010
Click the picture. I really like the feel of the whole series. I’m finding that new things have higher priorities – more value, if you will – with all the recent changes. I believe all the new hierarchy is both enjoyable and healthy.
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