April 2012
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Faux petrichor
It was raining the first time we met. Or maybe it wasn’t. Just a false imprint in my mind, convenient little raindrops staging a cinematic veil, like crystallized atoms building a better memory. That’s what human beings do, we ascribe false importance to the most lackadaisical of moments, steep arbitrary memories in the perfume of concocted beauty. We do it to fill the void of...
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cosmic explosions while sniffing glue, I can be the God you never knew. snorting cocaine mixed with stardust; our dreams spontaneously combust.
March 2012
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oracular spectacular
Her eyes - telegraphic intentions, Tainted as they may be. Her fear - it Tells you the rest. Observe her long enough and you couldn’t help but see the future - know her every move, Every choice. You can’t help but be prophetic.
February 2012
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“All hail singularity, syntax of divinity”
December 2011
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“Nothing’s more arbitrary than the chime separating one day from the next.”
November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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“celestial orbs sacrificing their daughters; the doves take flight to primordial...”
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divestiture
My back arched with my head burrowed between my legs, fingers playing an intangible piano on my shin, and my leg suffering from a restless tick, I somehow blankly stared at the floor tile. It was a murky brown but it gleamed from being cleaned obsessively. I can smell ammonia. I’ve been a wanderer my entire life. Shifting from one thing to another, like a moth chasing my whims and fancies...
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August 2011
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She died of tuberculosis before the drama could develop, which wasn’t terribly romantic, but then again, neither is life
July 2011
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Hello, have I seen you before, Resurrected from some lore? Before I start another soliloquy, I must transcend back to reality
Meet and greet, Smiles unseen Shuffle my feet Lying beside you in supine Here we go again
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“People should practice an art in order to make their souls grow and not to make...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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happenstance
There really never was any awkwardness. Never any silent, gaping holes in our conversation. We flowed from topic to topic till we had compiled chapters. At complete ease with ourselves. But, surely as all good things come to an end, we too lost touch. Slipping from our postulated pedestals. Yes, we meet from time to time & try to remain friends. Keeping close by the occasional glance. Life got...
justsomerawthoughts asked: You're a fantastic writer. I can't help but wish that you wrote, and consequently posted, more often. Refreshing taste in music too.
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“abnormal absurdities, abominable accuracies, awful atrocities.
theek hai. chalo...”
June 2011
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“Have you seen the fruits that ripped their roots? No, then welcome to purgatory”
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May 2011
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in search of octarine
Place 6 new born babies (three male, three female) under surgery and deactivate their cones in their eyes. Just the cones, leave the rods so this way they have perfect eye sight but they only see in black and white. Place them in a controlled environment and paint everything in black and white. Remove color, shades, hues, contrast and kyanos from their surroundings. Observe and record their...
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schadenfreude
In retrospect, outdoor seating was a little too warm for my liking, but since I am paying for this exorbitant meal, I might as well have the best view and get my money’s worth. I glance at her, her eyes glazed over as she stares blissfully in the direction of the Burj. It really is a nice view with the sun blasting its rays at us, as if trying to overcompensate for something. Oh silly sun.
And...
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WatchStanley Kubrick’s filmography by Martin Woutisseth.
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repeat and deplete before you command use every bullet before you land
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April 2011
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scattered clouds, disappearing mists lost in woods as we kissed
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disturbing thoughts with disturbing dreams and fluttering ducks with stuttering fucks
March 2011
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Empathy Deficit
We are more connected than our forefathers but we care much less for others.
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February 2011
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“We sadly live in a faustian society where we rather deicide than seek ourselves.”
– Habib Q
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January 2011
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