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[Jul. 6th, 2009|02:12 pm] |
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| | santogold//my drive thru | ] |
i hope it doesn't rain, today it's picnic day.
i want to go haji lane everyday and drink teh.
hihihihihihihihihihihihi
i miss my BA classmates! |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|12:24 am] |
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| | U-God-Dopium (Yuksek remixxxxxx) | ] |
rumaging through expensive fleas sucked and it was raining, so we met jesus and he drove us around and it was so fun i forgot to be motion sick.
we wanted to visit shirin but she's still in ICU, SHIRIN IF YOU EVER READ THIS, i really really really hope you can feel my mental messages I hope you're not in too much pain and i cannot believe you survived a 5 storied fall, this just proves you're supahuman.mental hugzzz and best wishas.
we picked up yuppie yuppie all da way at chocolate smelling hood and went back to jesus place to play with his coffee machine (a real expresso machine i even got to steam milk and i miss starbucks nao) and guitar hero which i played for the first time in my life and i sucked by the way 21%. haf had to keep changing the thang to left handed optionzzz and he managed a 78% HA HA HA HA HA
even shaf's better at it than me.
if i had an expresso machine and guitar hero at home i wouldn't need anything else in this life of sin.
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| a big cobweb |
[Jul. 5th, 2009|04:33 am] |
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| | detektivbyran | ] |
dreary days don't delay dancers.
eating elegantly escapes examination.
finger food finds famous friends fearsome.
g. |
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| far more shockin' than anythin' i ever knew... |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|03:33 am] |
baking soda takes away the oil.
salt tightens the dreads.
lemon freshens and..takes away the smell.
it has been about a year since
i did my roots.
spongebob would have helped but my house is getting crowded again so we had to be in my still messy room
jasmin helped me and for the first time in...a month?
i had absolutely nothing in my mind except the pain on my head.
a welcome change, actually.
so she told me to put together the concoction and
hey oh listen now look at what i say oh
dip my head into it and rinse it and i lost my count at 12
sea monkeys and a whole lost civilization floating in it
and a dead tri-segmented black insect that i hope is an ant.
lionel told me to stop sleeping in and start getting out more or else i'm going to find it tiring to get out and talk to people.
and he is right, i prefer msn conversations at the comfort of my own couch.
and laughing till i move backwards kinda HA HA HAs
and googling anything i do not know and youtubing song after song
i think the problem with going out is coming home
never liked going home alone, wished more people stayed around me or i lived with friends and had a pool.
staying at estee's and being in front of the fan semi-naked with baby powder in our joints could do too.
i don't like it when my entries are like this actually.
but i continue tap tap tapping.
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|05:17 pm] |
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hanzel and gretel should have employed me, i'm good at picking up crumbs to find the big loaf. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|04:38 pm] |
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| | nelly furtado//move your body over like a nymphhhhhhhhhh 0 | ] |
lame lame lame lame lame lame lame lame lame lame lame
need to get out out out out out out out out out of this red dot
bored out of my mind mind mind mind mind mind mind
ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew
they laughed at us back in 2006, but in 2025 they'll be the ones with the fallen face lifts |
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| the birth of feeling |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|05:26 pm] |
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| | AIR// | ] |
Just as there was a first instant when someone rubbed two sticks together to make a spark, there was a first time joy was felt, and a first time for sadness. For a while, new feelings were being invented all the time. Desire was born early, as was regret. When stubbornness was felt for the first time, it started a chain reaction, creating the feeling of resentment on the one hand, and alienation and loneliness on the other. It might have been a certain counterclockwise movement of the hips that marked the birth of ecstasy; a bolt of lightning that caused the first feeling of awe. Or maybe it was the body of a girl named Alma. Contrary to logic, the feeling of surprise wasn't born immediately. It only came after people had enough time to get used to things as they were. And when enough time had passed, and someone felt the first feeling of surprise, someone, somewhere else, felt the first pang of nostalgia.
It's also true that sometimes people felt things and, because there was no word for them, they went unmentioned. The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it-just to name it-must have been like trying to catch something invisible.
(Then again, the oldest feeling in the world might simply have been confusion.)
Having begun to feel, people's desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It's possible that this is how art was born. New kinds of joy were forged, along new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it is; the relief of unexpected reprieve; the fear of dying.
Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.
THE HISTORY OF LOVE, NICOLE KRAUSS
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| The Age of Silence |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|12:59 am] |
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| | unkle//hold my hand dubfire rmx | ] |
It's not that we've forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up: all artifacts of ancient gestures. Holding hands for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing altogether. And at night, when it's too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each others bodies to make ourselves understood"
-Nicole Krauss, The history of Love |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|12:35 am] |
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| | RYE RYE | ] |
I keep reading quotes from this book and now I've started on it, I don't want to put it down.
But I have to go see my brother tomorrow and I will have to be up early so I have to ZZzzzz
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2. WHAT I AM NOT
My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!"
We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I! HAVE! NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY! WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said.
- Nicole Krauss, The history of love
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|12:12 pm] |
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EDIT
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
Carl Jung
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| EGYPTIAN LOV= |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|02:23 am] |
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| |  MATERIALISTIKKKK | ] |
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| | RYE RYE BANG !!!!!!!!! | ] |
TOTALLY DIGGIN' THESE (GEDDIT GEDDIT GEDDIT?!?!?!?TOMB DIGGING???)))
WHOWHOHWOOWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOHWOWOHWOHWOHWOHOW
and they are WRONG when they say $ don't buy happiness, you can stuff my happiness up yo ass i'd take your $$$$$$$ MAYNNNNNN
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:18 pm] |
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| IS THAT A T FOR TAMIL TIGERS?!!?!?!!? |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
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| | knockin' on yo doorrrrr | ] |
why must you do this M.I.A.? So the rumours ARE true :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|02:43 am] |
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| |  hungry | ] |
At first it started with the eyes I'm like un uh no way yo sista 'kay
No. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2009|05:34 am] |
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| |  ttttttttttt | ] |
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| | trentemoller// | ] |
i wish i could just spend my life drinking tomato basil soup with bread.
nothing else, just spoon to mouth mouth to spoon.
for eternity. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|02:43 am] |
Just for future reference, don't use words like "love" anymore. It's a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it's a currency that's easily devalued. Pretty soon you're saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it's an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don't hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means--more. More, more--give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you're on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that--and I pity you if it does--you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You'd have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that's what real love feels like--choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That's why the second most abused word is "forever".
Hot Plastic, Peter Craig |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|12:08 am] |
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| | black eyed peas// | ] |
i remember when i was about 8 i told my sister if she kept chewing gum she could make a huge bubble and go inside.
this artist Simone Decker, \ did this installation in venice, chewed a whole lotta gum, must smell funkeyyyyyyyy!!!
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|11:57 pm] |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|05:46 pm] |
" If a guy is treating you like he doesn't give a shit, he genuinely doesn't give a shit! No exceptions!"
-He's just not that into you
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|04:53 pm] |
i'm toasting bread and cheese because i saw shaz's pizza photo in Italy.
i'm so hungry i don't know if the cheese melts.
and i'm gonna add sliced tomatoes.
nobody will ever know how strongly i feel for tomatoes.
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