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[24 Nov 2009|03:03am] |
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I never would forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream. remember how you made me crazy? remember how I made you scream?
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[24 Nov 2009|01:37am] |
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"I tell my love to wreck it all, cut out all the ropes and let me fall. My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my right in this moment this order's tall. And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine, and I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, and in the morning I'll be with you but it will be a different kind."
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| Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk. |
[21 Nov 2009|10:38pm] |
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In the house on Paper Street, a police detective stated calling about
my condominium explosion, and Tyler stood with his chest against my
shoulder, whispering into my ear while I held the phone to the other ear,
and the detective asked if I knew anyone who could make homemade dynamite.
"Disaster is a natural part of my evolution," Tyler whispered, "toward
tragedy and dissolution."
I told the detective that it was the refrigerator that blew up my
condo.
"I'm breaking my attachment to physical power and possessions,' Tyler
whispered, "because only through destroying myself can I discover the
greater power of my spirit."
The dynamite, the detective said, there were impurities, a residue of
ammonium oxalate and potassium perchloride that might mean the bomb was
homemade, and the dead bolt on the front door was shattered.
I said I was in Washington, D.C., that night.
The detective on the phone explained how someone had sprayed a canister
of Freon into the dead-bolt lock and then tapped the lock with a cold chisel
to shatter the cylinder. This is the way criminals are stealing bicycles.
"The liberator who destroys my property," Tyler said, "is fighting to
save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set
me free."
The detective said whoever set the homemade dynamite could've turned on
the gas and blown out the pilot lights on the stove days before the
explosion took place. The gas was just the trigger. It would take days for
the gas to fill the condo before it reached the compressor at the base of
the refrigerator and the compressor's electric motor set off the explosion.
"Tell him," Tyler whispered. "Yes, you did it. You blew it all up.
That's what he wants to hear."
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[21 Nov 2009|10:55pm] |
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Never ever have I ever felt so low When you gonna take me out of this black hole Never ever have I ever felt so sad The way I'm feeling yeah you got me feeling really bad Never ever have I had to find I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind I've never ever had my conscience to fight The way I'm feeling yeah I just don't feel right
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| Kindred by Octavia Butler |
[16 Nov 2009|10:26am] |
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He had written and published three novels, he told me, and outside members of his family, he'd never met anyone who'd read one of them. They'd brought so little money that he'd gone on taking mindless jobs like this one at the warehouse, and he'd gone on writing—unreasonably, against the advice of saner people. He was like me—a kindred spirit crazy enough to keep on trying.
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[15 Nov 2009|10:25pm] |
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"And no where else has ever felt like home. And I can't fall asleep when I'm lying here alone. I replay your voice, it's like you're here. You move the earth, but now the sky is falling. Retrace the steps we took on that long summer night. In my mind, I'm back by your side. Retrace the steps we took when we met worlds away. Counting backwards while the stars are falling."
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[15 Nov 2009|03:34pm] |
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You were a child, crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. Picking insects off of plants, no time to think of consequences. Control yourself, take only what you need from it. A family of trees wanted to be haunted. Control yourself, take only what you need from it. A family of trees wanted to be haunted. The water is warm but it's sending me shivers. A baby is born, crying out for attention. The memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror. Decision to decisions are made and not bought. But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not. Control yourself, take only what you need from it. A family of trees wanted to be haunted. Control yourself, take only what you need from it. A family of trees wanted to be haunted.
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[14 Nov 2009|09:58pm] |
The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. But when I awoke dear, I was mistaken, and I hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. |
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[14 Nov 2009|09:09pm] |
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does anyone have the movie "almost famous"? I look for it every time I go to the video store and it's NEVER there. :(
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| monster island; david wellington |
[11 Nov 2009|11:16pm] |
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"Give me your wretched dead, yearning to devour, your shambling masses. Give me. That was what they were thinking, wasn't it? The living dead over there on the island. If there was any spark left in their brains, any thought possible, to decayed neurons it was this: give me. Give me. Give me your life, your warmth, your flesh. Give me."
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