November 2011
3 posts
Watch
When the teacher is lecturing too fast
brokenmachine:
lolsofunny
October 2011
3 posts
quantum.
it is late. change is the constant. there is one other (constant). the day has retreated for hours, the dark has taken over. people have changed, people have gone, people have come. but this (stuck in time, a rhyme of time, a time unrhymed) remains true. #butyoualreadyknow
September 2011
1 post
August 2011
7 posts
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A human-shaped hole in the world, a green-tinted distraction, a vague sense of unease; all these words I can use to describe this sense that everything collides in a perennial practice of bond and break. It has become a feature of my writing; that fixation with the reality that everything begins and everything ends; no matter how ends are also beginnings or bridges or other paradigm shifts, it is...
The joy of fireworks is lost on me.
July 2011
1 post
“Most things good for writing are bad for life.”
– Lorrie Moore
June 2011
7 posts
I am reborn three times a day. Once at the breath of dawn, staring into the orange iris of Brother sun. Twice during interludes between first light and first dark, like a mighty bear retreating into the December hibernation of the winter months. Last, like a final dark, cold winter, at day’s end, at night’s end. Only, my winters come four times a day.
Stop. Watch. The seconds slow,...
May 2011
27 posts
Sibilant home.
After all this time, all that’s left are remnant impressions of corners and windows and half a house that used to be home to something more than the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings, and less than the sum of the universe. Is it sad that that home is now an echo of an expression, playing tricks on the eyes in sleep, running away from the sounds of construction and scaffolding; of things...
LA ERA NUEVA
hi dear readers
i’m moving. to scar ink somewhere else; the honest ones don’t live easy here anymore.
and although i don’t write to please and though I hardly ever directly address you It makes me happy that if through my writing, you manage to glimpse another part of reality, or find insights to your own. I deliberately understate how I feel.
If you have enjoyed my writing...
copycats:
Crazy by Yeasayer originally by Seal...
This is what I remember, before I forget, after the fact, and while memory still elevates it. It is night; between moon and pebble. Black sea, and black sky. There are voices other than the waves’. Two; never one. One appeals to the black expanse of the world, while the other envelops and contains it within. One smiles as the other watches the horizon that washes onto shore. Hand on...
IT'S BEGUN
OX’S BEGUN THE PREPARATION PROCESS :DDDDD @honeyliving: are you gonna call or what! haha my mom keeps telling me i’m supposed to do this and that (:
15's the magic number
having a very peaceful sunday. just cooked a simple dinner - cold cha soba with an egg, ladies fingers, and saury. i would put a picture up but the presentation is horrible. tasted good if i might say so though (:
woke up late, after watching the elections with cheese chips and margaritas (which were kinda fail, we need to get it right) at josh’s place with the others last night. i’m...
People are shape-shifters. Like how she was the shape of a bird, and her voice was the flight of wings. (Though she eventually became flight). Or how Abuelo was an urn, and Papa was ash. And how people came rushing in over and under like tide and quicksand; or engulfed like clouds and leaves. (hear how the leaf whispers be adrift and the clouds say be something
be anything)
So this is what it means to throw the mathematics of choice away and not count the cost.
Somnolence: Theories of the soul by Karen An-Hwei... →
obsequious:
A true friend is one soul in two bodies. —Aristotle Kant says, transcendental idealism. In Aquinas, we exist apart from bodies but only on Thursdays when his famous ox flies by the window wiser at Cologne where Albertus Magnus, his real name, appoints Aquinas to magister studentium,
tsim sha tsui
so the past 24 hours have been interesting.
was introduced to another of my mom’s friends from this clique that seems to have gathered around my mom and her friend from the same apartment; they’re like a nucleus with a certain kind of gravity.
i reckon the group is about 10 strong, and there are only 3 straight people in it - my mom, her friend and another lady.
had lunch with with...
April 2011
66 posts
