February 2012
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The red and negative which so easily defines me is a dead dog in the street.
It is festering in the heat. it is pools of red-turning-black stretching out under me. it is the hurried shuffling of people who pass me and look past me and hope someone will take care of what they are trying to ignore
(Which is to say get rid of it: ‘take care’)
which is to say get it cleaned up and out...
January 2012
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December 2011
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I saw Jesus and it made SENSE that he was there.
November 2011
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I (don't) want (to see) you
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How promising you are as a Student of the Game is a function of what you can pay...
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Expect some rough dreams. They come with the...
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Crying over spilt milk is not as pointless as people say, it is in a way...
– Cain by Jose Saramago
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Wonder years
Who was right, and who was wrong? Well, I’m an adult now, and I still can’t completely figure that one out. But at some point, late at night, near sleep, the ideas and the disagreements sort of dissolve, and you’re just left with the people. And people were no different then, as they’ve always been. And always will be. Young girls get their hearts broken. Men and women...
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When I say “muthafucker,” I do mean mother fucker.
Because Mother...
– The Love Below
September 2011
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What am I to a non-believer?
June 2011
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May 2011
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Joy to the world...
was a beautiful girl. But to me she meant only sorrow.
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I'm gonna work it out because time won't work it...
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April 2011
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Seth Rogen, Elijah Wood, and Danny McBride explore some classic Beastie Boy motifs from a new angle, directed by MCA. Celebrity cameos and laughs abound.
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Any connection between American art and American nature is purely coincidental,...
– Ignatius J. Reilly in Confederacy of Dunces
(John Kennedy Toole)
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Be Very Careful...
El Generalissimo was once a good man. But the years of loneliness drove him insane.
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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me...
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