February 2011
104 posts
Hey!
I wanna work on an urban farm! And read a new book every week! And visit my brother in Portland! And take more yoga classes! And drive to Los Angeles! And get over myself! And take a bath! And be an anthropologist, and a dancer, and an activist!
I wanna learn capoeira! And several languages! And how to exist in a creational mode, instead of a destructive one! And how to draw/paint/sculpt! And how...
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This is more for me than it is for you
Commit to actually doing what you say you want to do. Stop making yourself listen to the sad songs that remind you of them all of the time. Stop wallowing. Listen to loud music. Eat your favorite food. Gather your friends and do rowdy, lively, wonderful things. Stay up all night long. Go to a show and swing from some rafters. Do things to remind yourself that you are not bound to pain. Stop...
I miss you, Lee Powers
There comes a time when the sun is defiant. Just about the time when moods change, inevitable seasons of a day, transitions from one color to another, that hour or minute or second when the sun is finally defeated, finally sinks into the realization that it cannot with all its power to heal or burn, exist forever, there comes an illumination where the sun and earth meet, a final burst of...
6 word novels
Hemingway: Baby shoes for sale, never worn.
Me: Not sure about anything, except Lizzie.
Denial
There are some things that I can say out loud, but never grasp. Like “I don’t really need you.”
January 2011
14 posts
