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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
she said i feel like running away. he said there is no such place.
Because I always feel like running
Not away, because there is no such place
Because, if there was I would have found it by now
Because it's easier to run,
Easier than staying and finding out you're the only one... who didn't run
Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described
As in "the long run"
Or as in having given someone a "run for his money"
Or as in "running out of time"
Because running makes me look like everyone else,
Though I hope there will ever be cause for that
Because I will be running in the other direction,
Not running for cover
Because if I knew where cover was,
I would stay there and never have to run for it
Not running for my life,
Because I have to be running for something of more value
To be running and not in fear
Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided,
Hidden from, protected from, gotten away from,
Not without showing the fear as I see it now
Because closer, clearer, no sir, nearer
Because of you and because of that nice
That you quietly, quickly be causing
And because you're going to see me run soon
And because you're going to know why I'm running then
You'll know then
Because I'm not going to tell you now.
'Running'/Gil Scott Heron
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i decided. that evening. that i was done. with sitting still.
i could be one of those blogger kids with the witty banter and the sharp tongue. guess that i lack the groove and the parental issues. oh snap.
i do have the parental issues.
so why the lack of razors edge?
the delusion/ illusion that my grandmother is reeding this, is kind of what is stopping me from hurling out my intestines.
this rather larger than life razor does not have an edge. you can call me butterknife.
ha.
cute.
aint it.
so lets write about politics
fashion
art
photography
architecture
design
oh stop!
it matters. this little butterknife gloom.
really?
i thought the pretentious sadness died with mmm, who is the relevant celebrity reverence?, maybe cobain, maybe brittany, heath, river?
non the less.
we shall write about art and all the rest. cos honey its the new sadness. get with it.
Monday, February 22, 2010
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
you don’t mind seeing yourself
in a picture
as long as you look faraway,
as long as you look removed
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
memories of picture cards, one night stands and breakdowns.
as the much dreaded day of love approaches.
i can with much confidence say,
that even though it is 'a capatilist invention/holiday', it will still be a slightly blue tinted day.
but somethings are worth leaving old memories for.
Monday, February 1, 2010
WE KID OURSELVES THERE'S FUTURE IN THE FUCKING, but there is no fucking future...
I cannot emphasise enough
that my body
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel,
Harbouring these diminishing,
so-called 'vital organs'
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