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Spirit, Lithified
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WTF Is this 'Spirit Lithified' academic wit? Well, meine Damen und Herren, it's about making sure our souls, our creativity, our center of being doesn't become lithified, like, you know, start getting all rock-formation on us. You know LBD? No, not little black dress ya straighties) Yeah, THAT LBD. This blog is like the equivalent of tantric sex books, titty tassles, whips and the like for your mind. Thursday, October 14, 2010. You'll be hearing from me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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underneath the silence, there is great noise. : February 2013
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Underneath the silence, there is great noise. Tuesday, 26 February 2013. Sometimes it is better to not say. To drown in everything". Friday, 1 February 2013. So you changed your number who's calling. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sometimes it is better to not say. So you changed your number whos calling. The dynamic human spirit that refuses to submit.". View my complete profile. Lemon HoundLemon Hound Lemon Hound. Emma Donoghue: You Never Finish Your Research. Don't Wanna Fight No More.
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underneath the silence, there is great noise. : January 2013
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Underneath the silence, there is great noise. Wednesday, 30 January 2013. We spent the whole morning in here climbing up roots. And pulling breath out, one card trick to another and laying down stone. As we sidestepped stone; here, it is easier to step without thinking without. Trying to understand how one rock compares to another. How one step might leave you hanging, holding nothing but uprooted. Air in your hands. It’s easier not to think. To take more, to lay down a heavy, tired heat and to turn water.
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underneath the silence, there is great noise. : October 2012
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Underneath the silence, there is great noise. Monday, 29 October 2012. Where i have kept you. When I loved you, I loved you I held you it was warm and there you were. So expecting of a beginning that you hadn’t even closed your mouth; the steam. From the coffee rose up to my lips but I kissed you I kissed you instead and I took. Your hand to lay it upon the different parts of my body you loved I wanted you. To touch. I had you had the shape of a woman, the softness of geography and the way. Dark at my si...
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paper root: It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (So Far)
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She makes things with her hands. it's as if her synapses was married directly to her fingers. like this. in this way. It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (So Far). 10 thoughts for today. 3: Last night around 3 am I woke up with an inexplicable craving for pb&j. It was the first thing I ate when I got home from work tonight and it tasted like pure comfort. 5: My new blog “ Practical Magic. 6: Another thing I did at Molly’s was read through all of Fit For a Femme. 7: So while I may not have my style i...
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paper root: August 2011
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She makes things with her hands. it's as if her synapses was married directly to her fingers. like this. in this way. Emily wanted a t-shirt with the Chinese character for rain on it. I've been in an art-making mood and I like mailing her things, so I made her one. I think it turned out pret-ty naiiiice and the colors even go with my blog. Yeehaw! Labels: arts and crafts. Patrick Wolf: Bermondsey Street. Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear. Waking with a tumor, one more maniac. For a while lost.
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underneath the silence, there is great noise. : human geography
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Underneath the silence, there is great noise. Sunday, 16 December 2012. The tremor, the residual. Heat the struggle of two. Where will they take us, she thinks. There is only so much room to move. So much water to displace and cities. To sink, where will we go and will it stop? She presses her hand to the floor. In the apartment in the small living room. And imagines she can feel the heat from below. The neighbours breathing, cycling oxygen and carbon dioxide. The blood and mineral stores. View my comple...
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underneath the silence, there is great noise. : dot jot poetry or the things i have thought today
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Underneath the silence, there is great noise. Friday, 30 November 2012. Dot jot poetry or the things i have thought today. There is a whole universe that i hold between the full moon of my arms reaching together over my head and when my fingers touch each lightly, there is energy; i can feel the roots take place. I fall in love with shapes and curves and it is easy for me to love because it is easy for me to imagine. I love you i love you i love you i love you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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underneath the silence, there is great noise. : sometimes it is better to not say.
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Underneath the silence, there is great noise. Tuesday, 26 February 2013. Sometimes it is better to not say. To drown in everything". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes it is better to not say. So you changed your number whos calling. The dynamic human spirit that refuses to submit.". View my complete profile. Lemon HoundLemon Hound Lemon Hound. Emma Donoghue: You Never Finish Your Research. Don't Wanna Fight No More. 1 on 1 Coaching Available. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
