September 2011
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I wish tumblr offered a better way to respond to someone’s comment than an ask bar.
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Obama Kickin' Knowledge
“Some of you here may be folks who actually used to be Republicans but are puzzled by what’s happened to that party, are puzzled by what’s happening to that party. I mean, has anybody been watching the debates lately? You’ve got a governor whose state is on fire denying climate change,” he said, to applause. “It’s true. You’ve got audiences cheering...
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I was walking, far from home
It is nice to see that I am sticking to a personal update once every three weeks. Maybe I have a tumblr clock whose alarm goes off every so often to remind me to update. Either way, my novels provide a nice change of pace from my usual milieu of youtube clips and pictures.
Before I delve into the day-to-day goings on of the past few weeks, I will dispense with the “breaking news.” I...
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Living Out Of A Suitcase
In a weird place right now. I’m tired of being someone else’s burden. I need a home.
Tired of not having everything I own with me in one place. I cannot stand moving from someone’s air mattress to pull out bed to couch (and repeat).
I guess this is the motivation to get a proper job. On to it, then.
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Towers
for the love I’d fallen on / in the swampy August dawn / what a mischief you would bring young darling! / when the onus is not all your own / when you’re up for it before you’ve grown
from the faun forever gone / in the towers of your honeycomb / I’d a torn your hair out just to climb back darling / when you’re filling out your only form / can you tell that...
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Little Golden Age
I just love these lyrics. So Imma post ‘em.
You lived in a place long, long ago / where nothing moved and time went slow / and someone sang about a golden age / in cenetaph park, drinking in the dark / this place was the machine that put the iron in your heart
so we hung around and we hung around / and we hung around for days / in the parking lot stoned, stars shone out of phase / and...
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They Say A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
I would have posted some really indie thing with a picture that had a caption of some song lyrics I was really into, but today is about one very special lady: Scarlett.
As a red blooded heterosexual 22 year-old male, all I would ever want would be to see Ms. Johansson naked. I would be lying if I did not. But as awesome as the pictures are/were, it makes me wonder where we’ve come to as...
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