Philosophy is the crutch of the unhappy intellectual, this complex act of mental masturbation, this search for meaning, this erroneous exercise, executed by the mind and ego's need for complication coupled with the anomalous human want of misery. Lost, malcontent, the philosopher, the artist questions and explains. "Explains what?" anything, everything, NOTHING, an exercise in futility. The happy man, the truly, honestly, divinely happy man...
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My recent past is a blur, I move at the speed of light, suspended, eyes, still wet from sleep. I think of Sarah, and those beautiful, young, uncomprehending eyes, of the music that played softly the one night she became more than a warm cunt in a warm bed. Brooke, and those artic, glacial seas wrapped round her optic nerve, Chaucer, the tattoo that was...
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freyja__:
i live there, too.
thejuanupsman:
Nice writing.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
I'm wondering why I didn't choose to live someplace warmer, the frigid wind and blowing leaves spin around my head the way the past has been spinnin round my mind lately. Every time I jump a train it always ends up takin me right back here, station master doesn't even try to catch me anymore. I feel like the red queen, only I am runnin...
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threestares:
'set up' as in to fail.
ha, i didn't anyway.
ha, i didn't anyway.
palindrome:
Is that jacket suede? It looks like cork....
Ah life, life.
No longer a fish, but a warm blood creature of blood, sweat, dirt and semen. I live, I rise, my Icurrian flight over, my wings of wax at the bottom of the Willamette, the shades of hades dispeled, Charon bribed. My ears ring, "Rise Lazurus!" the blood returns to these cold, decayed limbs. Not the old Icurus am I, no more do...
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No longer a fish, but a warm blood creature of blood, sweat, dirt and semen. I live, I rise, my Icurrian flight over, my wings of wax at the bottom of the Willamette, the shades of hades dispeled, Charon bribed. My ears ring, "Rise Lazurus!" the blood returns to these cold, decayed limbs. Not the old Icurus am I, no more do...
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figmentation:
live
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so.
We had a falling-out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night,...
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She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so.
We had a falling-out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night,...
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freyja__:
*lights lighter*
palindrome:
rough day. Sorry. At least breakfast was good.
rough day. Sorry. At least breakfast was good.
The walls of pride are high and wide
Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in Cold irons bound
Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in Cold irons bound
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fukidunno:
How are you? Your pictures even before I became your "friend" inspired in me a picture of the happy couple. Pictures are just pictures? How is the world looking through your lens?
palindrome:
What good am I if I'm like all the rest,
If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed,
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,
What good am I?
What good am I if I know and don't do,
If I see and don't say, if I look right through you,
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,
What good am I?
What good am I while you softly weep
And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep,
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try,
What good am I?
What good am I then to others and me
If I've had every chance and yet still fail to see
If my hands tied must I not wonder within
Who tied them and why and where must I have been
What good am I if I say foolish things
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back while you silently die,
What good am I?
If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed,
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,
What good am I?
What good am I if I know and don't do,
If I see and don't say, if I look right through you,
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,
What good am I?
What good am I while you softly weep
And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep,
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try,
What good am I?
What good am I then to others and me
If I've had every chance and yet still fail to see
If my hands tied must I not wonder within
Who tied them and why and where must I have been
What good am I if I say foolish things
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back while you silently die,
What good am I?
Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road,
Make a solid road.
Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road,
Make a solid road.
Takes a good woman mama,
To satisfy my weary soul.
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palindrome:
..home?
..home?
bunny:
Perfection in the biology, perhaps...but that's the end of it for me.
Exhausted...
palindrome:
Done and done.
threestares:
rest and repose, good.
"I'm decidedly high-brow, and I'm literary; I'm even what the newspapers call a 'thinker'. I suffer from a passion for ideas. Always have, from boyhood onwards. With what results? That I've never been attracted by any woman who wasn't a bitch."
-Aldous Huxley
-Aldous Huxley
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palindrome:
Cute how you use a quote I inadvertently supplied to indirectly insult me. At least, if one relegates "bitch" to the insult category.
palindrome:
I suppose that is pretty intense, given the context.
God, if only I knew where to begin, there are no signs, no markings only the horizon and the emptieness stretched out in front of me. I do not, and could not have chosen differently, happy as I am there are moments when I am afraid, terribly afraid. When there is no one to answer to but yourself, true freedom the price is lonlieness.
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threestares:
i am great. in my experience it takes a long time to get over that type of thing. then one night i slept right through!! 
threestares:
the night, i mean.
The people who question things only in trivial self absorbed ways, who want answers but don't want to think are the one's who seem miserable to me. Every child is born a natural philosopher. Questioning, asking, seeking. When they stop some people seem to see that as growing up. I see it as the end of them actually living.
Anyway, hope the new year is treating you well.