May 2013
35 posts
It’s nice when someone sees us, or has the ability to see us.
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The Grumps
Talking about the intricacies of your sadness feels like a perversity after people get accustomed to the idea that you’re a natural grump. This openness has become a disgusting habit. I feel disloyal towards myself. After I share the deep shit that’s been bothering me, my mind is like a non-stop bar. People come in for comfort and a good time, but they end up pissing everywhere. An ill bird fallen...
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April 2013
141 posts
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The Coup - Laugh/Love/Fuck
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After midnight. Otis Redding time.
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“If you can’t live by your heart, you’re just pissin’ in the...”
– Ben Weaver
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Day Bleeding Rain Roberto Bolaño
Oh day bleeding rain, what are you doing in the soul of the abandoned, day bleeding volition only barely glimpsed: behind the reed curtain, in the mire, with your toes seized up in pain like a small shivering animal: but you’re not small and you’re shivering from pleasure, day cloaked in the might of volition, frozen stiff in a mire that’s maybe not of this...
