June 2011
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“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath (via atomos)
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Thanks for your essence, Doc.
dbacollective:
Saturday Night at The Riviera by Hunter S. Thompson
It was lime, the stuff you mix in with concrete.
It was down there beside the furnace. I don’t know why, I just picked up this bag of lime, put it on my shoulder, the fifty-pound bag. Through the narrow hall out of the basement, up the winding stairs to the sidewalk on Perry Street.
I was with McGarr, and we both had dates....
“Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and...”
– Meg Chittenden (via writingadvice)
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“Hey check out the ass on that guy he’s got a really hot ass I’d like...”
– Jennifer Knox - Hot Ass Poem
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CPG is now just CG
Some months ago, I met and started dating a married man (we’ll call him Confused Poly Guy - CPG) who claimed to be in a non-monogamous marriage. Awesome. This is exactly the kind of person I’m seeking - someone who already has a full time, 24/7 relationship whom I can use as a romantic accent to my life. I do not seek a marriage. I do not seek a focus. I’m not in need of...
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A. Ginsberg and Me (an excerpt from Buddha Duck)
A. Ginsberg and Me
a response to A Supermarket in California
I went out to buy bananas and papayas. I ended up with a cart full of crap. The grocery store has turned into a literal meat market. There is no more joy in walking through the isles ignorant of the bigger worldly issues. Merely worrying about the price comparison of those canned olives. What would Allen think?
The cashiers have a...
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Das Schumann!
A few months ago, I began exchanging strange and harmless messages on OKCupid with this guy. We went back and forth about music, life and the like - nothing spectacular and I didn’t expect anything to come of it.
We bonded over our mutual love of a certain rock god. He inquired whether or not I would be attending the upcoming show slated for LA on the artist’s birthday. Of course, I...
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I should have these printed and waiting on my entry table.
Grammar Nazi?
I have no time to organize my thoughts any longer. I feel days happening more and more quickly …time is ever speeding forward. Onward Ho!
The idea of having the time to sit down and write something appropriate for mass consumption. Something that isn’t made for LiveJournal and full of self-doubt, self-pity, anger, rage, sadness, etc. Something that is actual organized thought - Not...
