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Now in the afternoon, hungry and spurred into action by the wants of the world, I begin to dig out the ash.
Tonight I will play guitar in the dark, and that will be better.
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14 July 2009 @ 12:31 pm
Now in the afternoon, hungry and spurred into action by the wants of the world, I begin to dig out the ash.
Tonight I will play guitar in the dark, and that will be better.
04 June 2009 @ 01:07 am
I write, as if writing could take me back, or violently cast me onto another set of rails long ago left behind. I think hard about the ways that I can define, justify, explain, utilize...
Time slips through my fingers. There is never enough time.
Would this be the answer to the creeping sadness in the back of my head? Have I been doing things that are against my nature?... surely, but how far do I have to journey to find my way back to myself? How much do I have to put on the block?
So busted, as always.
At least the scenery is nice.
Time slips through my fingers. There is never enough time.
Would this be the answer to the creeping sadness in the back of my head? Have I been doing things that are against my nature?... surely, but how far do I have to journey to find my way back to myself? How much do I have to put on the block?
So busted, as always.
At least the scenery is nice.
08 April 2009 @ 10:02 pm
I am really annoyed that you are getting divorced.
20 March 2009 @ 10:28 pm
10 March 2009 @ 10:38 pm
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Today you are 26, tomorrow you're dead.
And dead is not nearly this fun.
11 January 2009 @ 11:25 am
It has been said that we derive meaning from experiencing ourselves through the other (most often in the form of the people we know). This goes along with ideas about the unexamined life having no meaning, and "I think therefore I am" sorts of logic around life. Life is experiential, and therefor it can only be confirmed through an external reference.
If we derive meaning from the validation of our existence through the other, then it stands to reason that we also formulate the story of our lives in such a way that they will be more likely to be validated by a particular set of other (perhaps a parent or a loved one). If this is true, then it could explain why for some people parents are a primary influence -parents as other-, whereas for others societal frameworks -society as other- take that role. A more cogent example of this would be the concept of god, and the primary experiential role that this conception can play in the lives of the religiously inclined -god as other-.
So, in order to start taking control of your life, it is important to understand the stories that you construct about your life, and also the story of your life itself. Through this, one can identify the various others to which this life is pitched. If some of those stories do not seem to suit you, than it might be a good idea to start recontextualizing your relationship with the other to which those stories most powerfully associate.
Current Location: Vancouver, BC, Canada
29 December 2008 @ 03:52 am
You nearly spilled coffee on my laptop.
You ate my lunch, and that of my children.
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So, you enjoyed the bliss of having children, and grandchildren.
While I sit here and watch the world on my laptop screen,
wondering how the fuck I can dare to have a child.
Thanks, granny.
29 December 2008 @ 03:20 am
Share stories.
Share meanings.
Share explanations.
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Find ways to array your mind.
Because without it, you are alone.
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You will be alone.
The mind fails.
We all die alone.
Free.
Current Location: Vancouver
Current Music: City and Color - What makes a man?
14 December 2008 @ 01:32 am
I am haze and fog.
A few hours of sleep in, and the world is less hazy now. I get up, have a snack under the Christmas tree, and make a cot for someone stranded here by the snow.
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I am tired of the way the world treats most people these days. We are all so very afraid of being broke and alone.
Uncaring is killing us.
Toot toot. I am a little blue boat, covered in snow.
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Where to moor, Captain? Are there any friendly shores?...
Good question.
I am a good man.
I repeat it to myself, like a charm against the encroaching cold.
Current Location: Vancouver
Current Music: Matthew Good - Indestructible
11 December 2008 @ 10:46 pm
My god, it hurts.
If I had a soul, I would say that it is weeping through my nose.
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If I had a soul, I would say that it is weeping through my nose.
Current Location: Vancouver
Current Music: We Are Scientists - After Hours
10 December 2008 @ 11:46 pm
You tell me that it's ok to say I love you... oh you poor fool. How do you know I ever did?
Perhaps because it hurts me to say.
Pain makes a good litmus.
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Perhaps because it hurts me to say.
Pain makes a good litmus.
10 December 2008 @ 02:58 am
Ok, let's do this right. Let's think about productive ways to survive this life as a feeling human being, shall we?
And again, we launch into the grand oblivion.
Thus we begin to explain.
And again, we launch into the grand oblivion.
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Thus we begin to explain.