crowings

There are some feelings we cannot follow, and some we can make our own.

My heart goes out to you. I hope you're doing well, love.

Life is a complicated bit. It goes over our heads, so we can only keep our chins up.

A message from WAD:

As I have now turned to a proper and palindromic age, I wish to deflect this sometimes far too egocentric celebration towards all the silly little creatures meandering around with us.* So go blow a kiss at a squirrel, admire the...
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It crossed my mind that it's a little strange to dedicate a political song to someone for entirely apolitical and personal reasons, but it seemed most appropriate when I was smacked in the face by that unreality, sometime in the process of that spongy thing hardening into ineffable fact. I'm fortunate enough not to be well acquainted with loss, but I think this was harder...
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For J.T.:

We miss you


We spoke our minds too clearly, assumed fundamental rights were
inherent not as pawns but humans
I do not require a gauge for freedom of speech cus'
I never asked to be a citizen
I never have and never will pledge allegiance
Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes
The wind is biting through to wave hello
Seeing...
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I'm sitting here afrump in a pile of ruffled collars lamenting the broken down state of the washing machine, or more accurately the distance to the next openly accessible machine, wearing pants that are flummoxed with the residue of a dozen days' debris, my underwear serving only a nominal purpose as the waistband is intact but were one (whether mysterious stranger, guileless empiricist or just...
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My heart is a'burstin.

Summer synopsis: two-thirds drunken revelry, a nice kind of intimacy, tequila nights, bridges to new dawns alight with a fresh face, or a sunken solemnity, climbing out of the mire, regret as a quiet afterthought, miscellaneous duties calling, invisible responsibility, haplessly wandering between the lines, never a word spoken too soon, a simple and careless freedom, joyful sweltering afternoons spent lingering...
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Yes.

I found this whilst rummaging through an old pile of rubbish; a docile and unassuming thing seeped in sleepless time and quietly accumulating the first trace-scent of history. It's a journal entry circa two years ago, cropped close (sort of) to the Arctic Circle. It's nothing very scintillating but it does impart one little anecdote I'd forgotten, which I will now proceed to feed verbatim...
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Quick words for a quick night:

Love is a four-letter word.

This is something I've always wanted to say (have I said it already?).

Listen a while: the heart is a jumpy thing.

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I really had much more to say, but this is all that came out.

Baby, baby, baby, you are so beautiful, beautiful beautiful.

A quick reaffirmation:

This video circumscribes the reasons I love Germans far better than my feeble and clumsy words ever could. This video is akin to a Koan, in that if you can fully intuit your way beyond the opaque hilarity and cultural fetishism, you may find yourself in grasp of great truths about this nation of misunderstood and angry peoples.*






*This last bit,...
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