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Too much to drink last night and now. The symbol claps of shame in August. Had I been wine-wise, I’d. Have been at work for hours by now,. But no. Television is more relieving. Than I’d guessed, I watched a show. I’d never seen before because I tend. From terrors on the molestation line. It was easier to take than TV news. Whose theme today is also how someone. Who had once been a girl had been. Abused. Outside the sky is blue. And bright white clouds remind me. That the other news has been wildfires.

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Late August, given heavy rain and sun. For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot. Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet. Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it. Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for. Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger. Sent us out with milk-cans, pea-tins, jam-pots. Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills.

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voices escape: 07.12

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But never me. In the meantime I have discovered new relationships that matter more. I know sincerity tinged with sentimentalism isn't "cool" or common, especially in the blog world. I'm not sorry about it, though. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Writing a 120 page thesis takes the wind out of me. We are only bodies remix by m. hessel-mial. Passive Collective (poems flash). View my complete profile. Background from patternpeople.com. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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voices escape: 08.12

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On my disillusionment with graduate school. Things I have learned over my past two years in graduate school. 1 Many people in supposedly more "radical" academic circles (radical = haha) think of themselves as extra special and unique butterflies, but they are also very defensive about appearing as such, and will use little self-deprecating "asides" to off-set the utter pretentiousness of 90% of what comes out of their mouths and/or what they shit on their screens. Links to this post. The Gender Trap pt&#...

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As though the books themselves were complicit and eager to share the secret desires of women locked in bedrooms. I learned words. Like "throbbing" and "tumescent" and, though giggling uncomfortably, would still take them home, the rose-pink dust jackets leaving my fingers gritty with dust. World weary and intense teenager that I was, I progressed quickly from used copies of harlequin romances to Stephen King to Camus to Nietzsche, and I have only recently re-discovered the joys of a good smutty novel.

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I've been thinking a lot of desiring machines recently. I go to Deleuze and Guattari like I used to go to the Bible; every time I read Thousand Plateaus it feels like I just took a long bath, nothing is better. Maybe Jeff Buckley. I think if Deleuze was here and/or if I could have a beer with Guattari they would just tell me that I am still thinking of desire in terms of lack, as a negative term - a reaching out towards what I, myself, do not possess (humans want what we can't have!

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8212; Fernando Pessoa. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blackberry Picking Late August, given heavy rain . 1 Bastienne Schmidt 2. Edward Hopper. There are things you refuse to think about streets. The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sti. So, I found out a few days ago that a friend of mi. We are only bodies remix by m. hessel-mial. Passive Collective (poems flash). View my complete profile. Background from patternpeople.com. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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voices escape: 10.12

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I have become remarkably good at zoning out, at least when I am in dire need of a good head space. Thanksgiving is such a gong show. I love my sister's voice and her high-pitched laugh. Driving in the dark and the sheen of your hair in the lamp lights. My cold fingers burnt on a mug of lemon tea. The pattern of puddles on a country road. I will keep track of my favourite quotes and put them in a wallet so that on rainy days I can look at them and feel a little more peaceful. Links to this post.

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voices escape: 03.14

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When I am this anxious about life it manifests itself in imaginings, thoroughly unproductive fantasies; my mind lingers to people it shouldn't, I invent things and looks and desires to make myself feel better, when, realistically, no one is out there giving a shit. Or maybe the anxiety is a result of those fantasies? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The thing about anxiety is that you cant reason o. We are only bodies remix by m. hessel-mial. Passive Collective (poems flash).

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voices escape: Living and Lying

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But thinking is to be a corrective in our life — it’s not supposed to be a center of our life. Is supposed to be the center of our life,. Ray Bradbury from here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blackberry Picking Late August, given heavy rain . 1 Bastienne Schmidt 2. Edward Hopper. There are things you refuse to think about streets. The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sti. So, I found out a few days ago that a friend of mi. We are only bodies remix by m. hessel-mial.