December 2009
“What are they running from?”
“What is anybody running from? The planetarium.”
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I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he...
“Suddenly, no, at last, long last, I couldn’t any more, I couldn’t go on.” -Beckett
Awake, to find myself more dead than alive. Shut my eyes, but sleep it will not come back to cloud this fuzzy head. I will miss you for alittle while. Something very vague, each day when it emerges and passes by again and there was that and losing itself to the past. Each day come and gone the same way. When? Remember when? Yes but not for certain. Sure it wasn’t other fellow? Sleep again,...
A surreal morning; tossed me funny. Flying flying somewhere new. Pockets of time wound blue - a hairy clicking noise that riddles the air with heavy moving motion. A hush of film, a see through barrier and burying my youth. I know you are still there, I can see you. I am alone here; you will never find me. I thought I knew, but knowing’s gone. It’s only a matter of adapting and...
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“Wanna make a snow man or something?”
“Not really.”
Be realistic, demand the impossible.
It is forbidden to forbid.
Take your desires for reality.
Never work.
Run, comrade, the old world is behind you.
Under the paving stones, the beach.
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You be brooding, I’ll be nightcap.
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“Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves…life is many days. This will end.” -Joyce
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I am reading a war novel. The parralels to the Smith experience are alarming, to say the least.
A beast that doesn’t quiver anymore…
“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed alittle worse.”
