If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first in the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh, dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals!
My God, if I had a piece of life, I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!
To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with
forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men!
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.
GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
ol' gabby has announced that he has cancer, and is retiring from writing, and public life, so, this may very well be the last we hear from him.
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me, i'm up in the hellishly boring north country, on a public wireless network.
i don't get on here much, other than to browse the ladies every once in a while.
but, i've got a connection at home now, which is cool, for i've been without for a long time.
stay up.
I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first in the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh, dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals!
My God, if I had a piece of life, I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!
To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with
forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men!
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.
GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
ol' gabby has announced that he has cancer, and is retiring from writing, and public life, so, this may very well be the last we hear from him.
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me, i'm up in the hellishly boring north country, on a public wireless network.
i don't get on here much, other than to browse the ladies every once in a while.
but, i've got a connection at home now, which is cool, for i've been without for a long time.
stay up.
greetings. again it's been a while.
since last typing here, i've graduated school and become a professional in the graphics industry.
otherwise much hasn't changed, my level in interweb-involvedness hasn't increased any great amount, though i've been taking some good pictures and such.
i don't think the aforementioned friend became an sg, she don't like me no more anyway.
my battery's about to run, so hopefully i'll be back soon.
since last typing here, i've graduated school and become a professional in the graphics industry.
otherwise much hasn't changed, my level in interweb-involvedness hasn't increased any great amount, though i've been taking some good pictures and such.
i don't think the aforementioned friend became an sg, she don't like me no more anyway.
my battery's about to run, so hopefully i'll be back soon.
yep. it's been a bit.
the darkroom things been going pretty well. i'll try and have some scans done soon.
a friend might be a suicidegirl soon, too.
the darkroom things been going pretty well. i'll try and have some scans done soon.
a friend might be a suicidegirl soon, too.
i got a membership at this dark room place. i take pictures, but i haven't really done this (except for about 3 weeks in 9th grade). i signed up for a class that goes through all the developing stuff, so it should be pretty cool.
at a bar last week, i ran into a crazy person that was in my mom's coffee shop. the coffee shop is about 4 hours away, and i just remembered the way my mom tallked about her mannerisms, so i asked one or two questions and knew it was her. then i left, because you could tell she was super nuts. pretty chance meeting too. but those who drink...
i'm going to see the hold steady on sunday. cool.
yeah i haven't been here much. happy birthday back to bocuma, only about 20 days late.
at a bar last week, i ran into a crazy person that was in my mom's coffee shop. the coffee shop is about 4 hours away, and i just remembered the way my mom tallked about her mannerisms, so i asked one or two questions and knew it was her. then i left, because you could tell she was super nuts. pretty chance meeting too. but those who drink...
i'm going to see the hold steady on sunday. cool.
yeah i haven't been here much. happy birthday back to bocuma, only about 20 days late.
i had a pretty weird dream a couple nights back. i don't usually remember my dreams, but they start to get real nuts if i don't smoke the greens for a couple days. anyway, i was walking with this couple in what was supposed to be minneapolis but different like more futuristic and old at the same time, and we went to a highrise building, but instead of just going through a door there was this elevator-tube thing. so we go up to some apartment, which was huge, like a three story loft kind of thing. so i pretty much just start wandering in this apartment, which has open spots in the floor that you can or are supposed to jump over. this apartment is bigger than many houses, and has huge windows overlooking the city. it's night and there's a weird red storm behind the city. i'm on the top floor and jump over this gap .(which is to your right as you come up the stairs in the pic below, which also i'm not sure was connected as in the picture). over there i find a newspaper, which has an article about a member of the flaming lips murdering his brother, and it has a cool picture of the band and all that.
that's about all i remember. i tried to recreate it somewhat with photoshop and illustrator as a sketch below.
that's about all i remember. i tried to recreate it somewhat with photoshop and illustrator as a sketch below.
i woke up at 2:30 today, and it's 4:30 now, and it seems like it's about 11. i don't like sleeping late so much.
i met a girl at the aforementiond wedding.
the maid of honor.
she's pretty cool. likes photography, music and stuff.
i'm seemingly not made for relationships. i just like my time too much i guess.
perhaps i should just quit smoking so much weed, but i kinda like it. she's my main thang, you know?
i've got 150 discs on shuffle right now. pretty sweet, almost too much variety. my musical tastes have really varied throughout the years. that's okay though, lots of good stuff out there.
if you dig graffiti or street art or whatever you'd like to call that free social dialogue you should check out:
the wooster collective
also, i just thought this was cool:
clock
man, i hope those pictures turn out or some people are going to hate me.
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
-my homie D.T.
i met a girl at the aforementiond wedding.
the maid of honor.
she's pretty cool. likes photography, music and stuff.
i'm seemingly not made for relationships. i just like my time too much i guess.
perhaps i should just quit smoking so much weed, but i kinda like it. she's my main thang, you know?
i've got 150 discs on shuffle right now. pretty sweet, almost too much variety. my musical tastes have really varied throughout the years. that's okay though, lots of good stuff out there.
if you dig graffiti or street art or whatever you'd like to call that free social dialogue you should check out:
the wooster collective
also, i just thought this was cool:
clock
man, i hope those pictures turn out or some people are going to hate me.
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
-my homie D.T.
i must appear to be a maniac sometimes.
hmmm... going out of town for the weekend. that should be a good thing.
i am taking pictures of a wedding on saturday, which has me nervous. the groom is a fellow student at school. he assured me it's a low key thing, but you know, sometimes you feel like you don't know shit.
the world's getting smaller, and my past comes back to haunt me sometimes. often, that past is just the night before.
and, because it makes me smile:
yep.
i woke up at 2:30 today, and it's 4:30 now, and it seems like it's about 11.
i met a girl at the aforementiond wedding.
the maid of honor.
she's pretty cool. likes photography, music and stuff.
i'm seemingly not made for relationships. i just like my time too much i guess.
perhaps i should just quit smoking so much weed, but i kinda like it. she's my main thang, you know?
i've got 150 discs on shuffle right now. pretty sweet, almost too much variety. my musical tastes have really varied throughout the years. that's okay though, lots of good stuff out there.
if you dig graffiti or street art or whatever you'd like to call that free social dialogue you should check out:
the wooster collective
also, i just thought this was cool:
clock
man, i hope those pictures turn out or some people are going to hate me.
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
-my homie D.T.
hmmm... going out of town for the weekend. that should be a good thing.
i am taking pictures of a wedding on saturday, which has me nervous. the groom is a fellow student at school. he assured me it's a low key thing, but you know, sometimes you feel like you don't know shit.
the world's getting smaller, and my past comes back to haunt me sometimes. often, that past is just the night before.
and, because it makes me smile:
yep.
i woke up at 2:30 today, and it's 4:30 now, and it seems like it's about 11.
i met a girl at the aforementiond wedding.
the maid of honor.
she's pretty cool. likes photography, music and stuff.
i'm seemingly not made for relationships. i just like my time too much i guess.
perhaps i should just quit smoking so much weed, but i kinda like it. she's my main thang, you know?
i've got 150 discs on shuffle right now. pretty sweet, almost too much variety. my musical tastes have really varied throughout the years. that's okay though, lots of good stuff out there.
if you dig graffiti or street art or whatever you'd like to call that free social dialogue you should check out:
the wooster collective
also, i just thought this was cool:
clock
man, i hope those pictures turn out or some people are going to hate me.
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
-my homie D.T.
school's almost done. tomorrow to be exact. man that's going to be nice. but i get to work there all summer. fuck that.
being a student worker sucks, even if it will get you a better job.
oh, i made that thing up there ^
ummm... so i saw the hold steady, who i like, at the grand old day. that was cool, i've wanted to see them for a while now, so yeah.
my ears were fucked up for a few days though.
i've also had a cold. which ain't so fun. especially since it's june. gettin better though.
i have a crush on a girl that works at this bar i go to. i saw her at a coffee shop yesterday.
hot, i tell you.
but, i was sweating and had a cold.
carry on.
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