October 26, 2008

You Who’s Lost.

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I’m crying on the inside and it’s not for you. Its for her, the one
whom just sacrificed her
third child to ideals far beyond reach. The one whom starves until just beyond sanity, melting into the gingham at this lovely space we should be enjoying—but, instead, are borderline arguing as to whether Valium and espresso with a thirteenth cigarette and the first meal in days is the best option to get through tonight. Arguing because you want me to understand that you need to walk asleep for the next 72 hours and I think you need to eat and you agree to disagree with me… but can I just please understand. You 

whom I visit despite my own needs because you found me when I needed you and now I see it’s you whom is in need of something far greater than we. 

You who’s lost all faith.

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October 19, 2008
“ There is a logic of language and a logic of mathematics. The former is supple and lifelike, it follows our experience. The latter is abstract and rigid, more ideal. The latter is perfectly necessary, perfectly reliable: the former is only sometimes reliable and hardly ever systematic. But the logic of mathematics achieves necessity at the expense of living truth, it is less real than the other, although more certain. It achieves certainty by a flight from the concrete into abstraction. Doubtless, to an idealist, this would seem to be a more perfect reality. I am not an idealist. The logic of the poet — that is, the logic of language or the experience itself — develops the way a living organism grows: it spreads out towards what it loves, and is heliotropic, like a plant.
Thomas Merton (via thebronzemedal) (via whatson) •
October 16, 2008
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And we should consider every day lost
on which we have not danced
at least once.

And we should call every truth false
which was not accompanied
by at least one laugh.
Friedrich Neitzsche (via pterodactyl) (via amandoline) •
October 10, 2008
“ If a blog post is like an essay and a tweet is like a haiku, then a tumblelog is like stream-of-consciousness poetry.
details (via alla1) (via peterwknox) (via gin-boots) •
gin-boots:laialadaia:thesaurus:- Brautigan correction: never eaten -pointed.

gin-boots:laialadaia:thesaurus:- Brautigan

correction: never eaten

-pointed.

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Elliptical Deconstructionism

Inspire your hardest thought blossoms into a tight, concentric, pointed form.

Kinda cool how the shapes turn out! I only wish Tumblr offered <center>.

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