For Aftermath-letes, obscenesters, pomosexuals, recovering techoholics and those looking for myopic clarity. “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” "Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about." Myself : I suffer from culture envy, delusions of complexity. "Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops." If gift shops were pop-up ads, shopping for meaning.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
too much for the micro-blog
so i woke up thinking in terms of aphorisms and dubious song lyrics. "victim of another violence, in search of the mid day miracle". you own a part of me that the flesh forgot. i cant get over how i imagine you, like interaction is a template for ideological circumstance. the part of you that belongs to everyone is sometimes the only one.
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"you own a part of me the flesh forgot." Damn. That is some good. miss u/<3 u/h8 u
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