crowings

I'm too laconic for my own good.

I'll see you in a month, loves. Until then, the brightest blues and deepest hues.

P.S. I didn't make this clear, but I thoroughly regret writing most of the stuff in this post.

P.P.S. I'm under a rock this month because I'm *knocks on wood (invokes tree spirits)* finishing my thesis. If I find a little niche...
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Okay, it's time to take that one down.

I write sporadically, usually in little fits that curl around the space of a few hours and land in some calm state of resignation. It's often difficult for me to look back upon what I've written without wincing self-consciously (the parcels prior to this post being no exception), but it's nice to let them air out a...
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Well, I've been looking for some time to do a real update lately and have meanwhile found this collection of waxy and languid thoughts. They're odds-n-ends from throughout the years, now patched together like a roughed-up quilt strung across time, or assuredly flawed pearls across the universe.

In other words, this is a...

>>>>WANKER ALERT!<<<<


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Left is open up tonight
He left without a...
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Birds and flowers can only wave in the wind to say hello.

I just wanted to say hello to you too... boo boo boo

I'll be damned if I don't have a righteous spot of trouble taking myself seriously sometimes.

I could break myself into a thousand pieces
and still never be further from you.

It's been plenty busy the past month. My existence has felt a bit like a sponge that's been stretched across an unwavering desert plane, drawn so taut that all conception of which parts of it are still intact and where those parts might be is lost, and quickly eviscerated of...
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This morning I had a dream within a dream. Not only that, but in the dream I received an interpretation (though rather superficial) of the dream I'd 'awoken' from. It went like this:

I and two quite excellent friends of mine sat languidly in porch chairs midway between our porch stoop and a grand urban beach set before us. A sunset, burning orange skies almost...
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I step out for some fresh air and the door closes behind me.
Thin freezing lines dart forth.

It's been a long time since I've been in a torrential downfall. That heavy thudding sound drumming at your ears from inside your shelter, acoustic vibrations running along every physical configuration, a canyoned gamut oppressively pouring upon every form, gargantuan force molded from countless barely detectable stirrings....
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It takes a certain determination to chase a feeling. It's not quite stubbornness, as stubbornness implies a constant rebuffing of failure, a blindsided demeanor beset upon a goal. Neither is it as a dream; a satyr's pursuit of a nymph supinely played out for the benefit of an unwatching flower, an inevitability that needs no invitation. Instead, chasing a feeling is like following a wispy...
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There are some feelings we cannot follow, and some we can make our own.

My heart goes out to you. I hope you're doing well, love.

Life is a complicated bit. It goes over our heads, so we can only keep our chins up.

A message from WAD:

As I have now turned to a proper and palindromic age, I wish to deflect this sometimes far too egocentric celebration towards all the silly little creatures meandering around with us.* So go blow a kiss at a squirrel, admire the...
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It crossed my mind that it's a little strange to dedicate a political song to someone for entirely apolitical and personal reasons, but it seemed most appropriate when I was smacked in the face by that unreality, sometime in the process of that spongy thing hardening into ineffable fact. I'm fortunate enough not to be well acquainted with loss, but I think this was harder...
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For J.T.:

We miss you


We spoke our minds too clearly, assumed fundamental rights were
inherent not as pawns but humans
I do not require a gauge for freedom of speech cus'
I never asked to be a citizen
I never have and never will pledge allegiance
Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes
The wind is biting through to wave hello
Seeing...
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