January 2012
Safe travels, woof.
Love you.
December 2011
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I have only not been home on NYE three times in my life. I don’t like being crowded by irresponsible, drunken strangers any other day so I sure as hell don’t enjoy it when I’m trying to make peace with the passing of one year and get in the right headspace for a new one.
People are always welcome in this house. We used to have actual parties for our loved ones, here; several...
Things you don’t want to hear when out and about: the crack of your underwire.
But I did go for a ride on some of the darkest roads I know and came home with three kinds of chevre. All is well.
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“Pain is like gas in a chamber. No matter how big or small that chamber is, it...”
– My response to “Just suck it up!” bullshit ages ago. I’ve made it reblogable since some were asking (via brazenbitch)
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“I just ate some acid and I’ve got a bathtub-sized shot of whiskey”
… filed under glorious 1am text messages received…
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Well, that’s lovely…
The dates have been set for Rome’s US visit this coming summer and I guess now I’m gonna have to travel to see them instead of host.
“Sorry guys, we have friends in Chicago, Boston and all the midwest but we are on a really strict time schedule and have to mail Jerome back to Europe with no time to spare. We’ll get him back over again...
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Monsanto’s Roundup Ready Crops Leading to Mental... →
cultureofresistance:
If we were honestly serious about defending ourselves, as the December record-breaking sales of firearms might suggest, why do we tolerate wealthy criminals like Monsanto poisoning our air, water, and food? Why can those that run Syngenta, Dupont, Bayer, etc., draw a single safe breath? Is it because we’re just privileged enough to ignore the fact our lives and the lives of...
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Santa didn't bring me the heads of America's...
down-not-out:
… But my awesome Sister gave me a collection of books on Anarchism and revolutionary politics including Nietzsche, Kropotkin, Wolff, Proudhon, Hoffman, Camus and a collection of Vonnegut’s writings as well.
2012: Re-Education.
True fact: I am an awesome sister.
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“COME slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the...”
– Emily Dickinson
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“auto-exorcism”
– XJJBX
“The acute phase announced itself by nightmares of a grotesque and terrifying and...”
– Oliver Sacks, in a description of the symptoms experienced by Rose R., a patient who had fallen ill with a particularly virulent form of encephalitis lethargica, from Awakenings. Later in the text, Rose R. is described as “…she was simply — elsewhere (or nowhere).”
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panicum: →
thoroughlymad:
Interpretation
Freud says he’ll take the snakes from my hair
And I’ll be Medusa no more
Jung’ll pull the nails from my hand
Unmartryr me on the reclining couch
Diagnose me till his mouth is raw
I’m dreaming in blue and grey and shades
Of things my mother said I’d never be
All these messages and mountains
bearing the weight of years
Freud says there are snakes in my mouth
And he’ll...
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“In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine...”
– Tennyson, Maud
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“Love wept, and sometimes I wept with him,
from whom my steps never strayed far,...”
– Francesco Petrarch
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The last two weeks, and my corresponding mood, can all go fuck themselves.
Hello, new faces. I am mercurial as all get out. You may or may not want to stick around.
f(l)ailing
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NDAA Set To Become Law: The Terror Is Nearer Than... →
“Combined, NDAA and SOPA simply destroy American democracy. That isn’t hype. That isn’t exaggeration. Within a few days, your freedom of speech will be gone — post something controversial online, and the government can legally “disappear” it.
Annoy the government too much, or criticize Congress’ infinite wisdom and mercy, and you may find yourself in...
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heksenhaus:
let’s all just (something) until we all (something) and then we could all just die in a pile.
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“we are emotionally volatile and bracing for impact, always”
– XJJBX
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I feel heavy and hungover today, though I know it’s just moodiness and having my chemicals tossed about so much in the last week.
I’m gonna take my enzymes, make some tea, and try to write it all out. By hand. No typing tonight. No corrections or rearranging, just flexing fingers and ropes of black ink coiling and unfurling across crisp white paper.
I used to make myself write every...
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“Diana was not more pleasing to her lover,
when by chance he saw her all naked...”
– Francesco Petrarch
filmme-fatale replied to your post: filmme-fatale replied to your post: I cried last…
They opened with Silver Machine, improv’d around Mother Sky/Alien Sky, Thank You 1&2, played a couple songs I didn’t know (that “nobody has heard,” they said), and encored with what Gen called the “Flower Power Song”.
Hurr… totally spaced on Silver Machine. Don’t know HOW,...
filmme-fatale replied to your post: I cried last night when Genesis sang two songs for…
but really, they’re all for lady jaye. bawled.
Right? SO intense.
mexicanloneliness replied to your post: I cried last night when Genesis sang two songs for…
I bet it was! what were the songs gen performed for her? maybe we can know the playlist? :)
It was the new stuff, though I didn’t...
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I cried last night when Genesis sang two songs for Lady Jaye.
The show was incredible.
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Psychic TV tonight.
I’m not feeling especially motivated, but I know I’ll be mad if I don’t go. C (recently post-surgery) and I are gonna strong-arm our way into the venue all early to steal seats along the side of the stage, because it’s pretty much the only way either of us will comfortably make it through the night. We may even bring pillows and blankets and make...
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mmmooon mmmooods
restless and smiling too much into the dark
homemade gluten-free brownies, y’all
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Asphodel: Gods Rest ye Merry Animals →
lokifreign:
Gods rest ye merry animals Let nothing you dismay! Remember Death itself will die When comes the Yuletide day
, Reminding us to rise again
When we have passed away - O, tidings of Comfort and Joy,
Comfort and Joy,
O, tidings of Comfort and Joy!
In green and lively forests a blessed fire was born and shot into the starry skies upon a frozen dawn. The witches and their...
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isamizdat:
Death naps, bardo realms, practice makes perfect.
Diamond-cutter through the deep dream sea.
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Mara's Game: "Alone, My Virgin Widow" →
alexanderraban:
One old sonnet for tonight. I hope to put up a new one (thematically related to this one, and a touch less overwrought) tomorrow:
Obscure and dimly lit a shape is seen, I limn it in the pre-dawn wasting gloom. A silhouette takes form to greet the green and auburn day: a specter in the room, a pale reminder, blind and hollow, dark. My earnest efforts, zealous hopes, fall...