November 2010
12 posts
On the eve of never departing by Fernando Pessoa
On the eve of never departing At least there are no suitcases to pack Or lists to draw up with things to do (Some of which are always forgotten) The following day, before leaving. Nothing needs to be done On the eve of never departing. How relaxing not to have anything at all To be relaxed about! What peace of mind when there is no more reason to shrug. Tedium (poor tedium!) having been left...
…so in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river...
– jack kerouac (via sparklerdims)
yawning lily: Belief and Technique for Modern... →
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening
Try never get drunk outside your own house
Be in love with your life
Something that you feel will find its own form
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
Blow as deep as you want to…
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I have a new family band story →
It’s been such a long time since I’ve written anything bigger than a tiny story on hitrecord.
I just saw toy story 3
I just saw toy story 3. If you don’t cry your eyes out by the end of this movie, you are not human. You are possibly a cylon. Buzz Lightyear doing the Pasodoble was the best…that was so major..major…major…This is one of the best movies I’ve ever seen ever. P.S. I wanna live in an animated world for a day. A moment longer, I’d possibly freak out!