February 2011
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“there was a mountain
standing upon my head,
oppressive and crushing
I called...”
– “I called it God”
January 2011
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“He who sees everything as nothing but the Self, and the Self in everything he...”
– Isha Upanishad, sloka 6 (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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“I prefer silence
to shouting
to whispers
to cries
I prefer your voice
to...”
– “heartbreak (13)”
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“faint and buzzing
glow
of the heart
that I miss
that I loved
once
and only...”
– “love (6)”
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-1-23) →
Bob Dylan (18)
The Greenhornes (17)
Hank Williams (14)
Neutral Milk Hotel (12)
Nick Drake (9)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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“at night
the sounds
deafen
and thoughts
resound louder.
moonlight
wanders...”
– “at night”
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The Hopechest of John P. Riggs; Chapter 21; Part 4
he decided to stand up to the monster. nothing that he had done in all of his twenty-three years could have ever prepared him for such a task. the boy’s favorite time to murder was in the middle of the day, when society is at its sonic peak. his father came home every day from work at a quarter after noon; to eat a sandwich (usually bologna with mustard) and to defecate (usually caused by...
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The Hopechest of John P. Riggs; Chapter 1, Part 6
it’s as if she had walked into a lake of fire. through her persecution, she kept the cool that she was known for. the cool that made me believe that she was the brightest star among an unending galaxy. when she stood up there. the get the final verdict - the one from which the only appeal is to the angry god himself - her face was a confused edifice; a wicked contradiction. her tears -...
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“And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will...”
– Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
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“I hear you
in the silence
right before.
I see you
in the darkness
while...”
– “prayer to st. dymphna (3)”
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“it’s cold outside.
and I miss you.
and it’ll be so long
until I...”
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“suzie,
thanks for caring.
yes my leg has healed.
yes my mom is doing well....”
– “note to suzie”
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“I wanna be country
like those fiddle players
like homemade ice cream
like the...”
– “country”
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“these veins were meant to be cut.
nothing in such a beautiful world
should...”
– “poem”
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“these veins were meant to be cut.
nothing in such a beautiful world
should...”
– “poem”
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Votto to be a Red for a while →
