Monday, June 24, 2013

the advertisement of a man

writing is a means to an end, a means of finding truth. it is not a truth in and of itself.

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stories with nothing to prove

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time is a way of measuring how quickly you die

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i want girlfriend
i want tokyo

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can't tell if my poems are bad or if the part of my spirit responsible for distinguishing good poetry is just dead. also not sure which i'd prefer

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why do we feel so sorry for each other

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does a dutiful son hide his desolation or share it with his despondent mother

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did you wash your hands? that goes into our mouths, you know
yeah, my hands are clean
are you sure?
yeah, my hands are clean

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i am a hipster; it is in my nature to filter everything

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friends who make you use your brain

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the internet has become an extension of my mind, fact/spell-checking and remembering things for me. I feel mildly unsettled by this but won't be sure until it is confirmed by likes and favs on fb and twitter

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spelling fav as fave because you are such a rebel

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i enjoy films more when i'm with you. not the watching but the actual appreciation of the film itself. i find more value than i ordinarily would. you point out things I don't see. this is a rare thing. my mind works differently

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tell them who or what touched you, not how to feel

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how do i back up my thoughts

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tainted thinking - i keep expecting to be rewarded for every little thing i do - instant affirmation - need to unhook, unplug myself from this Feedback machine

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the largest of changes spring from the smallest of chances, mustard seed

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everyone secretly carrying 'if I die' notes hidden in their breast pockets that lead to hidden prewritten farewell letters to best friends and mothers

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people too busy trying to be loved to be evil

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anxiety and creativity - kierkegaard: can i hear everything or am i just hearing things

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Fitzgerald's writing - words that travel faster than their sound, ideas that travel faster than thought. heavily dependent on speed of connection - each modality

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love is a song with words, the more you say it the less it means. Love must be written it can't be recited. love is always writing and being rewritten

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how not to be



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