I’m really sick and feel like death so here’s this drawing
Today my soul is filled with gladiators, sunlight, the world’s din. . .
~ Wednesday, May 30 ~
she-dreamt-she-was-a-bulldozer:
Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Bleak, Uncertain, Beautiful… (Studio Version) (by TheVoiceAndTheSnake)
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~ Tuesday, May 29 ~
Drawing disembodied arms+hands. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore to be honest. I should probably just go to sleep.
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frightened rabbit
An itch.
My eye twitched like a memory of forgotten bars.
One of those cities,
One of those nights,
Everyone’s darling,
Everyone’s sweetheart,
Just this drink to hold my hand.
One glass of anything.
Anything cheap,
And I’m here just because
Everyone else has come just to be seen.
Oh I don’t know these buildings,
I think I’m lost.
In the perfumed armpit of town,
Develop a debt now, these people are bricks
Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow
Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
So I stand, still boring and bored
Itching my eye again, against the wall
At the end, at the close,
Would you be good enough to take me home?
‘cause I don’t know these buildings,
I think I am lost.
‘cause I don’t know these buildings,
I think I am lost.
Would you,
Would you,
would you be good enough to take me home?
Would you,
Would you,
would you be good enough to take me home?
Would you,
Would you,
would you be good enough to take me home?
Would you,
Would you,
would you be good enough to take me home?
Listen … today, we are gods! Our blue shadows are enormous. We move in a gigantic, joyous world. A tall pillar on the corner is tightly swathed in wet canvases, across which a paintbrush has scattered colored whirlwinds.
Listen—I want to run all my life, screaming at the top of my lungs. Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator.Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.
- Vladimir Nabokov, Gods
~ Monday, May 28 ~
~ Sunday, May 27 ~
“ 477.
…and lilies on the banks of remote rivers, cold and solemn, on a never-ending close of day in the heart of real continents.
With nothing else, and yet utterly real.
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the book of disquiet
Fernando Pessoa
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…and lilies on the banks of remote rivers, cold and solemn, on a never-ending close of day in the heart of real continents.
With nothing else, and yet utterly real.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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Dear,
You’re the greatest thing to happen to me, and I could never tell you it enough. I could write all the novels and essays in my lifetime and it would never be enough to explain it.
Keep being you, you amazing amazing amazing human being.
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