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Remembrance Day always makes me think of my grandfather. U.S.E.C officer in WWII. Going to go to the parade in Brooklyn tomorrow wearing the boots and tie from his dress greens - can't decide whether that's morbidly inappropriate or not.
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mab:
how are you?!
nothus_a_um:
Um, I'm okay?
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Some people spend afternoons indoors despite the sunshine outside. They are not listening to songs of lost love and grey skies. "Autumn blues" are not here again. Yet we're both so silent, staring at books. There's something going on outside, we should probably go see it. We won't. I don't know what to do or want to do it. Time's adrift, leaves fall, and reasons...
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waikiki:
Thanks mate!

Glad to share my work with you folk! smile
How s life?
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I prefer running after dark, early in the morning. There's no one to crowd the streets, and the city seems more immediate. More personal. You can run harder when you're alone in the night city, there's no-one to see your face twisted up in concentration. You can fall sprawled, exhausted, in the grass at the entrance to High Park, without censure. You can sit on...
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hedy:
you're making me insanely jealous that i can't run. well, not insanely so, but...yeah. when it's described so beautifully, i can't help but wish i could.
hedy:
sigh. when are you coming back?
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Discussing how to make lightning,
you are traveling through a forest at night, hunting

and you hear a...
how long do rabbits live?
how much sleep do i need, how to get a girl to sleep

partially heard

You also know that the time for walking has ended,
your signature has finally dried.
zuraih:
you know what band sings those lyrics.....smile
zuraih:
I'm so happy you know that song and that band......i love lemuria
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Thinking of tattooing the whole of my skeletal structure onto the ventral side of my body, from the sternoclavicular process down. Ventral view of the feet, dorsal view of the phalanges. Just a thought, but it's also a crazy idea. I tend to go with the crazy ideas.
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Ow. My teeth.

I've been in and out of various hospitals since about May 11th. Hypercalcemia turned into a huge deal when I demonstrated some kind of allergy to imipramine, the painkiller the kindly Doc Daneeka put me on for the stupid arthritis. This, in addition to the ridiculous amounts of heavy metal floating around in my bloodstream, is a recipe for heavy metal poisoning....
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I think things are getting better here.

Found myself an apartment in the Junction (my neighborhood since I was 9) back in Toronto. It's above what used to be the "used comic book store," before the Comic Post took over the street. It's huge, and incredibly cheap because no-one wants to live way out in the West End (yet). And: it comes with a studio...
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hedy:
i'm jealous you got to go to hotdocs. but that documentary sounds really rad. i was at this conference a few weeks ago for people with hereditary cancer and carriers of gene mutations that cause cancer, and they showed this documentary from kartemquin called 'in the family,' and it was hugely affecting. i couldn't actually finish watching it, since i hate to cry in front of other people. but since watching it i haven't been able to stop thinking about this one girl whose mother died of breast cancer and who doesn't want to get tested for the BRCA gene mutation. i hope she does get tested, but i also understand why she doesn't want to.

so cheesy, but i love being reminded of how powerful documentaries can be.

working with a 1st edition oxford book of english verse sounds kinda amazing, btw.
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I was drinking coffee on the front porch, and a man was sleeping in the back seat of a white car across the street. Two police crept up on the car, used a tool to fling the door open, and dragged him out in the street. Clasped by these two people, he didn't wake up truly until a ray of light through a tree in...
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amina:
How I make the belts is my little secret. You should order one!


Hearts, Amina
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Got this today on a postcard from postcardx.

Time did not stand still in her garden. It rushed at her with a fearsome emptiness as if she were rushing ground-ward from a high cold place or had been thrown into a waterfall in the moment it was freezing solid. Where was the all sweetness, the fullness, the abundance that the accumulation of years had been...
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