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December 20th, 2013

10:20 am
Hard feeling is a way of hiding. The presumed depths our emotions plumb under grim expressions may truly be bright testaments to loss, but just as easily could be sallow shields of defensive artifice

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October 7th, 2013

06:00 am
They should include in the front of books not "other Books by this author," which in the modern age when we can easily discover next to everything about a given subject has been rendered redundant, but rather "Books this authors Enjoyed," which would provide a far better point of reference for people should they take the work to heart. The list could be different for each books published, for each edition, changing as the author reads more, thinks about his previous recommendations, etc. Getting access not just to an author's influences but also the works he cherishes is information that would be far more rewarding and useful, and which is as yet often unknown.

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June 22nd, 2013

07:49 am
I know that the world and I will always be inextricably separated because of cupcakes. You see, most cupcakes, especially those little faux shops with cute names and even cuter nicknames for their cupcakes, they all have too much frosting. You get a slice of cake and a mountain of gooey horrible goodness. And I know that if the general public didn't clamor for that creamy topping the cupcakes would instead be all about what i like, the cake itself, and I could therefor have a functional relationship with cupcakes. Instead I hate them, never like to eat them, and will always feel like the only way I could every enjoy them is to eat them alone in a room where i can scrape all the bullshit frosting and whipped cream and sprinkles in the trash bin and perhaps then discover what is good and what is worth my time. This is why I and the world are estranged. It stretches out in different ways, with sugary cereals and books written this century and any business operating under an LLC; it's just that the wave of human preference crashes into me or I have set myself a pudgy spire against the tide and both sides are resolute, one as a permanent hobby-cum-core of his self-understanding and the other out of driven indifference. So when you offer me a cupcake with butterscotch cream topping it reminds that I, like Cerberus before me, will die alone and unmourned.

T-Shirt Idea – (F)If anyone asks, (B)I was never here

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June 5th, 2013

02:27 pm
it was a song to be sung on your knees...

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10:43 am
we are fools to feel the way we do

to aid me is to abett me

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May 13th, 2013

08:56 pm
The present life of man, O king, seems to me, in comparison of that time which is unknown to us, like to the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, and a good fire in the midst, whilst the storms of rain and snow prevail abroad; the sparrow, I say, flying in at one door, and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry storm; but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, into the dark winter from which he had emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant.

---Venerable Bede

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May 6th, 2013

09:50 am
listless leaf in the lolling wind, with wretched speed I blur beneath it - it pretends not to notice.

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07:19 am
to catch up, and assuming this will become a more-regularly-accessed repository for mental errata

...Because you can either lay awake, the night all around you, chewing over impulses, or you can go out and do what you need to do. At some point it occurs that you'd be asleep sooner if you just did the latter.

Willfull ignorance of an other's activities is the surest sign of respect; it allows them the freedom to live their life as they see fit. As such I can happily report that the mass of mankind respect me.

You may reproach me for wanting to remainin the shallow end of friendship, and I would reply that there are only so many times you can taste saltwater in the back of your lungs.

"Will you have a profession, a home, a woman or a love? Will you make a name, a history for yourself, or somehow stake a claim? Will you make war or peace or join man's progress some other way?"
"Without looking up, he response: I do not want to be involved."
---------think of this as an extension of the Eslewhere call and response.

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04:18 am
rejection of forgiveness only indicates you haven't yet done anything sufficiently cruel to deserve regret.

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April 24th, 2013

11:23 am
philosophy is something that should be approached with irreverence. Respect and seriousness are comforting horizons with which we cage understanding.


should you walk past a weed struggling to grow up between two rocks, move one of the rocks. SHould you return to find the weed flourishing, cover it with the same rock.

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