Unreal City

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Sclera

And as soon as that toy broke, the first one

the threads around that button frayed and split

suddenly,

as soon as a tree had its trunk pulled up from the earth from a rope tied to a rumbling, violent truck:

a cause for concern. A dismay, a disordering. A leaving, a gone. An intransience-ing.

An embering of color. The inheritance of error. The universe ends at the road. The iris contracts. This little red fire engine isn’t one anymore; this is no longer a thing, even, this is just a broken, and this broken needs to be supplanted by a new.

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A lay of fabric.

Feather bookmark. Dusty spine. A clumsy way to claim that the things I hold are mine.

Thread-bare. Skin-tight. Generous arms on a cold and quiet night.

Sharp edges. Steep shore. Asked the ocean to come back once more.

At the cliff. Years and a day.

Slept til the ocean came back my way.

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And so, the line

the spirit, you know, halved. hypotenuse. there, where you’re feeling is going and where I’m seeing is going. we hold each other’s each-other.

trimmed, shaved, cut, end-ed. no spilling, no gaps, no space, no… ambiguous.

Where are you going are you chasing someone? Is someone chasing you is that where you are going?

Can you stop for a second?

“…”

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i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

— e.e. cummings (happy birthday 10-14-11)

(Source: uujo, via quartermorning)

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rosinhabela:

My name is Kelly Schomburg, I’m the girl with the red hair in these pictures. I was protesting at the Occupy Wall Street march yesterday when I and several other women were sprayed with mace and subsequently arrested. Many have already seen the video, which has been spreading like wildfire over twitter, Facebook, tumblr, and other video feeds, along with hundreds of other photos and videos. This is my recount of what happened.

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Why I always import my best friends

Kipporomanomatron: so are we good, i guess, btw
me: what do you mean
Kipporomanomatron: are we still mad or
i dunno
i think we were resting for a minute
after monday
me: well
me: http://pulse2.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/like-dog.jpg
Kipporomanomatron: i'm really really really really really glad you phrased it that way
me: I'm always better off when I let Internets.com do the talking for me

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Sep
21st
2011

titled: I saw a man today.

hangoutwithfriendsatcollege:

On the train. He was short, nervous. His arms were stuffed with papers and he shifted them constantly to check his watch. Two Teen Guards watched him. They came over to him, teased him about his hair and glasses, shoved him up against the glass of the train, spilling his papers, beat him with…

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Sep
19th
2011

You can draw a straight line from this video to probably anything Radiohead ever did, I think.

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informal polling

me: at some point i realized i don't actually like people who have a lot in common with me. in fact, i sort of hate them
gabe: YES. x 100. co-sign
me: right?!
ok i'm not crazy
gabe: no that's not what that means
it means we're both crazy
because that makes no sense
me: i don't think any of the things i like, by virtue of me liking them, are masculine
and i already know what *i* think about them
i don't really care about your opinion
gabe: that's got to be it
it's the fact that usually other people like them and their reasons for liking them are inferior
me: or their thoughts in general are inferior
gabe: ugggh I know
I think a lot of it comes from my last relationship
she and I had the same exact favorite everything
book, band, tv show
me: it's not good
gabe: I mean, it should be
for normal people
it is
me: is it?
i was having a conversation with this guy
and i was thinking, this isn't awkward; we have a lot to talk about. [then immediately]
i do not want to have sex with him.
nothing could be less attractive.
gabe: could it be a secret hatred for the things you love?
me: probably
is it because we hate ourselves or because we hate everyone else?
both I guess
gabe: we are pretty messed up.
gabe: ...we just wrote an indie movie conversation from the 90s when cynicism was still interesting
just quote Rob from High Fidelity and fucking be done with it

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Sep
14th
2011

so here's the thing: wherein i discuss what "apolitical" means and make a lot of broad, vague and offensive statements

shitiknowaboutstuff:

*editor’s/author’s note: tl;dr

I’ve never been tremendously interested in football, a statement which brings essentially no new information to the table. However, my last boyfriend is the CEO of a fairly successful sports analytics company – football built our house and put food on our table and…

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Where are the good, and young?

Will they shake and stir, and right the bent,

will they make us something, out of a lot of heavy and terrible and deliberate, a lot of nothing?

Are their heads shaking, or, are they nodding?

A tall young with a mask, a fist crumpled in his hand,

a familiar and long, gentle finger across the wrist,

counting per minutes,

lead along a strong and slender arm, on up,

to the first beautiful the young ever saw.

“Is he good, my young? Is he good?”