Monday, May 23, 2011

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sometimes i go nearly insane. 
i hyperventilate when i see something like this.
it resonates with every bone in my body.
it feels like it is pulling me out of the sleep.
i want everyone to watch it. 
i want no one to see it.
fuck.
he is beauty. 
sensitive. 
almost dead but still alive. 

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Sunday, May 22, 2011

life or something like it.

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i've been receiving complaints about the blogs slow progress, lack of posts, a slow down in readership. 

it is all very sad. 
but i've been living in a state of near dying boredom. 
dont know what it is, but goddammit (which is totally my new favorite word)
i dont feel the need to blog or write, or doodle, or care.  
i know it sounds utterly depressing. and for a while it was.
a few things happened.
a very strange encounter with a musician. which turned out to do some damage. 
but inspired me to listen to manchester orchestra. all the time. 
an awesome opportunity to enter a short film competition.
we worked like dogs. but i think it was an awesome learning opportunity.
thanks to my gang. tommy, jhono, alex. it was good. 
(will be uploading a short video mash up of what we did for the movie.)
a big realization that life is sometimes the most ridiculous thing.
so slammed with irony and expectation, that it sometimes drives you insane.
i want to finally get a tattoo. "portions for foxes"
yes, been listening to rilo kiley again.
this damn nostalgia, that i'm constantly experiencing. 
i'm enjoying the site 'letters of note' which exhibits letters written by famous people.
or as their tag line says 'correspondence deserving of a wider audience' 
its as cute has hell. 
much have been said about the zombie apocalypse but i was just to tired to care.
but damn those rapture jokes on twitter got so old. so soon. 
i want to start reading david foster wallace. thats my mission for the week. 
'infinite jest'
oh f. i also find two albums ridicoulisly super fantastic. resonating all my 'feelings'
EMA - past life martyred saints.
the kills - blood pressures.
oh and okay the third, the much publicized pains of being pure at heart - belong.
find me on twitter, if you want to hear all about my cynical and snide side. 

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Monday, May 16, 2011

deer everyone i know

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into my soul. 

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What if we've been trying to kill the noise and silence? its simple math you say.

I imply to mitigate the guilt, we could align
A perfectly constructed alibi
To hush the violent guilt that eats and never dies
In actual blame, they call me once the dark divides

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Sunday, May 8, 2011

sadness i'm your girl

it feels strangely familiar.
tension is almost touchable.

(the older guy, stellan skarsgard, is Alexander SkarsgÄrd's father - eric from true blood. can you also see it? )

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

exile. verified.

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everything is in the slow rhythm of the slumber.

boring.
placid.
almost content with this pace. 

except that i feel half asleep.
as if the alarm clock from roaring hell needs to send me a wake up call.
guess i'm always in this mood when no one is around.
its as if i'm in the waiting room.

the problem with the slumber,
it gives me to much time to dream.
to dream about you for 23.5 years.

who are you this time? 
and why can't i see you aroewund this bend? 

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Monday, May 2, 2011

autumn falling.

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two songs. 
that captures the mood. 
that sounds almost the same. somehow. 

jens lekman - maple leaves.
jaymay - autumn falling.

'She said it was all make-belief
but I thought you said maple leaves
and when she talked about the fall
I thought she talked about the season
I never understood at all'

 <span>maple leaves (7 Version) by surrogat</span> 

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