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Jul 28th / Wednesday / '10
brb, dying happily!
NIK: technosexual / web designer / crafty gal / problem solver
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Jul 27th / Tuesday / '10
i am very much enjoying the puffy, shorter hair. and the new apartment. and the living on my own thing. and the my-own-power-tools thing :D
images and new things and makings coming very very soon
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Jul 22nd / Thursday / '10
you want a better subway? pay for it.
hey, people.
yeah- the MTA sucks and all of that. they do stupid things and everyone is angry etc. however- you guys CAN’T COMPLAIN ABOUT THE SERVICE if you are not willing to pay an increase in fare.
i can’t believe the shitfit people throw over a ten dollar raise to their card. yo- you can travel everywhere for under/around 100 bucks a month. do you know how cheap and awesome that is? you want safer subways, cleaner cars, more service- but you won’t shell out an extra five or ten bucks a month for it.
like, really?
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Jul 21st / Wednesday / '10
brainways
i lost the way to say the words i’d use to play and mold the shapes of sounds that found the paths from mucous trails right out my mouth into the air to pass as waves of nothing touched but only heard and felt in seismic space for never seen or smelled but resounded through the flesh and blood and bone to show me just how many of these simple things i’ve always had and known.
read it fast. i am trying to loosen up and be less rigid. this involves faster writing, faster editing, and lots of re-reading. more focus on rhythm, less on syntax patterns. we’ll see where it goes!
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Jul 21st / Wednesday / '10
this is my space. it is weird and colorful and old and a little run down just like all of my other things, and it will do just fine.
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Jul 13th / Tuesday / '10
Notes after Blacking Out by Gregory Corso
Lady of the legless world I have
refused to go beyond self-disappearance
I'm in the thin man's bed knowing my legs
kept to me by a cold fresh air
Useless and not useless this meaning
All is answerable I need not know the answer
Poetry is seeking the answer
Joy is in knowing there is an answer
Death is knowing the answer
(That faint glow in the belly of Enlightenment
is the dead spouting their answers)
Queen of cripples the young no longer
seem necessary.
The old are secretive about their Know
They are constant additions to this big
unauthorized lie
Yet Truth's author itself is nothingness
And though I make it vital that nothingness
itself will collapse
There is nothing
Nothing ever was
Nothing is a house never bought
Nothing comes after this wildbright Joke
Nothing sits on nothing in a nothing of many nothings
a nothing king.he was the youngest of the beat writers. these people have lived all over the place. states away from states to new states and new places… i can’t even imagine what kind of things that can do to a mind.
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Jul 12th / Monday / '10
change is happening. i have to take care of things, so it will continue to be quiet here for a bit.
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