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fffeelings: close the door

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fffeelings: April 2011

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What is failure, anyways? Something not working the way it was planned or intended to . . . . Something that's lost its way, that's wandered off course and found itself not in Kansas anymore. Something that's lost its intention and found itself coming apart at the seams. Something that has changed. Failure is when the knowledge of a projected future for the thing has been voided in some way. Failure is truth ac.know.ledging that it doesn't know anymore. I defend the failure. A day free of obligations:.

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fffeelings: love itself have rest

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Love itself have rest. We'll go no more a-roving. By George Gordon Byron. SO, we'll go no more a-roving. So late into the night,. Though the heart be still as loving,. And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath,. And the soul wears out the breast,. And the heart must pause to breathe,. And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving,. And the day returns too soon,. Yet we'll go no more a-roving. By the light of the moon. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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fffeelings: lakehurst, new jersey

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Lakehurst, new jersey. Everyone talks about disaster. A spine tingle tine spingle. I knew it was coming. My grandmother knew it was coming. Her grandmother knew it was coming. We sleep but never soundly. And forget our dreams, a sphere walking with. Dreams dead to silence. The great eye of history never closes. Blazing as it does above every quiet town. And the skies continue to pour fire. While the bodies of the earth turn. Radiant light flickering on our eyelids. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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fffeelings: to get free

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Walk at least 3 hundred yards. Walk two steps forward saying, "I am me and I am free." Take one step back saying "I feel the chaos." Continue this and eventually the step back or the words of the step back will fall away. Posted by . . . . . . . . . . . . Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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fffeelings: new life

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A day free of obligations:. 16 hours of pure. I am feeling expansive,. So i blend up a banana. Lie back in bed. Think about smoking a cigarette. Don't smoke a cigarette. Because i quit 3 years ago,. The cats are all gone now. But the gold satin comforter. Is still destroyed and. While the pool smiles a. Through the patio doors. Ac 62 degrees,. I open my thighs to. The cool thoughts of. A voice on the. This cellphone is prepaid. So i throw it. And it slides into chlorine. With a minimal sound.

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fffeelings: "Backbone", by David Foster Wallace

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Backbone", by David Foster Wallace. Http:/ www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2011/03/07/110307fi fiction wallace. Posted by . . . . . . . . . . . . Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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fffeelings: No sweet thing left to savour, no sad thing left to fear

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No sweet thing left to savour, no sad thing left to fear. We'll Go No More a-Roving. By William Ernest Henley. We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. November glooms are barren beside the dusk of June. The summer flowers are faded, the summer thoughts are sere. We'll go no more a-roving, lest worse befall, my dear. We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. The song we sang rings hollow, and heavy runs the tune. Glad ways and words remembered would shame the wretched year.

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fffeelings: September 2010

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Happy birthday, mom and dad. My parents, aunt Yeya and cousin Lizette in a kitchen in Spain. not pictured:. Posted by . . . . . . . . . . . . You don't have to do anything. Just get in line and. Posted by . . . . . . . . . . . . Just a bunch of baby huey. Because it feels so right. and it is the record i've been playing over and over as i rip open cardboard boxes and drink Thunderbird on the floor in the middle of all of my possessions. because i have no chairs. And it is perfection itself. Her face unde...

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fffeelings: March 2011

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Love itself have rest. We'll go no more a-roving. By George Gordon Byron. SO, we'll go no more a-roving. So late into the night,. Though the heart be still as loving,. And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath,. And the soul wears out the breast,. And the heart must pause to breathe,. And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving,. And the day returns too soon,. Yet we'll go no more a-roving. By the light of the moon. We'll Go No More a-Roving. Her grandmother k...