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(no subject) [Oct. 18th, 2009|03:46 am]
Some other day anyways
Nerf nights are the best nights!
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roses smell good [Oct. 17th, 2009|09:40 pm]
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our upstairs people galumph!
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blah blah blah she said blah blah blah please don't eat me [Oct. 17th, 2009|09:30 pm]
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hush... still your throats, oh wolves that were once Wolf (as is the way for all who lost the ways of Gods to become many). I have heard your howls, and though I do not know your name, I know that the moon once loved you and you left her among the love-lost stones still warm with your lies. You drove the moon mad when you were still a God. Both of you were fools to make promises among the fallen sons of Sky, for the God of Happen is half-blind and clumsy-handed and was sure to match your fates with theirs...turning all promises to loose-knit lies.
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I don't know. I just talk to the trees and I'm sure they laugh at me behind my back.
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2009|09:28 pm]
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and I go blah blah blah into the empty with no echoes blah blah blah blah blah shutup.
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trees are really pretty [Oct. 11th, 2009|10:30 pm]
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I guess tomorrow exists...I just don't want it to
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I'm finding it increasingly difficult to believe that tomorrow exists [Oct. 10th, 2009|06:00 pm]
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I saw a girl sitting on her porch with a baseball bat- tapping it with a jar of nail polish-experimenting with different sounds and rhythms. daw.
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we watched a movie on orangutans, and afterwards I found my mouth hanging open [Oct. 5th, 2009|11:30 pm]
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Before the naming of things, the world was wild and boundless. That which would become Rabbit was as likely to hunt that which would become Fox as to flee from it. That which would become Tree was as likely to walk like that which would become Man as to tangle its branches against the sun. That which would become Man was as likely to fly like that which would become Bird as to speak. The rivers wandered and sang and the mountains shifted and danced. The beasts and plants understood the minds of one another like one.
Except for that which would become Cat, for cats have been different since Sky first breathed life into the oceans of Earth. That which would be Cat sat on the high places of the Earth to watch, and was dissatisfied.
One day, that which would become Cat, went to Sky and wound about his knees. Sky turned his gaze to that which would become Cat, and in a voice of thunder, asked "What?"
"Sky," mewled that which would become Cat, "This world is twisted like the heart of one who weeps, for there are no boundaries between things."
And Sky sighed, for, since his sons had fallen, he knew what it was to weep. He turned his gaze to the world below and saw that all was chaos and he spoke again to that which would become Cat.
"I will name all things and so all will be separate. You will know how it is to be oneself, but you will not know how it is to be a thing which flies at night. But before I do this, do you speak for all things?"
"I do," lied that which would become Cat.
And so Sky looked upon all things and named them names that only they could know. The trees stood and tangled their arms against the sun. Man walked upon the earth and spoke. Bird flew, Fox hunted, and Rabbit fled. The rivers flowed silent and the mountains rose up clear and still. All was beautiful and clear and lonely.
Cat again went to the high places of Earth to watch and again was displeased.
So Cat went back to Sky, for cats have been changeable of mind since Sky first breathed life into the oceans of Earth. Cat rubbed about Sky's knees until Sky looked down and thundered, "What?"
"Ah Sky, each thing is alone like one who mourns, for there is no connection between things."
Sky sighed again, for, since his sons had fallen, he knew what it was to mourn alone. He turned his gaze to the world and saw that all was self-absorbed and unconscious. He spoke again to Cat.
"I cannot take away a thing's name, but I will make all things forget. But you will feel the edge of your forgotten name, just as you will feel the edge of having forgotten what it is to be another. But before I do this, do you speak for all things?"
"I do," lied Cat once again.
The Trees waved and stretched and though Man walked upon Earth, he crafted wings. Though Bird flew, he mocked the speech of Man. The Fox did not always hunt the Rabbit and the Rabbit did not always flee. The rivers sang, and the mountains, from time to time, danced just a very little bit.
Cat sat upon the high places of Earth and was pleased with what he saw, and so he went down and sat in the lap of Man and purred, for that is how cats have been since Sky first breathed life into the oceans of Earth.
And so, my friends, all things are themselves, but they do not know their names and that is why we ask what it is to be a bat.
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(no subject) [Oct. 3rd, 2009|05:58 pm]
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there are so many things in the world that I don't quite want to bother to do..
I am so lazy
I'm bad at having a brain these past few days. Post offices and printers seem so dauntingly complicated, and it's difficult to play anything because my fingers start making assumptions that are not correct.
It's really windy today, so the PAC outside stairwell was howling with all its might. Perhaps secretly I'll stay late at school today and make the inside stairwell match.
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(no subject) [Oct. 1st, 2009|07:31 pm]
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I sometimes like the whirr and thumps and creaks of being surrounded by human life. It's kind of a friendly sound.
My housemates are away, so I'm being all cleany and bustley without worrying them and making them feel like they have to clean and bustle too.
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We'll fly, but we won't fly away. No no no, we're going to save the world someday. [Sep. 27th, 2009|01:50 am]
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[Current Location |on air]
[mood |apatheticexploded]
[music |my sweetest downfall]

what can I fill my eyes with and yet still see past to live?
I don't want to waste this, and that makes it that much harder. I am going to believe in heaven, dammit, I am. I am going to stop worrying and hurrying and I will let myself ghost in case I can't be a ghost after I die. I am going to watch the birds and the squirrels and remember them over themselves and then forget. I am going to eat the sun off of the blackberries and I am going to galumph like a monster and stop feeling paused. I am not dead I am not I am not even a leaf undecided midfall. I want to read books with lots of pictures and diagrams with no plot or reason, just telling. I want to watch a nature film where nothing happens. I want my umbrella to hear the world and remember it in the metal spars. I want to sail away in a bathtub full of moldy books and watch the sudden spray startle seagulls. I want to wave my feet in the air and wiggle my toes in the sun. I want rub myself away and discover I am an immortal vapor so we could realize we are short almost-giggles of earth breath. I want to dance with you. I want our spines. So I will sleep of lemonade and I will be able to close my eyes and the wind will pool in our shoulderblades, raising them to wings so that we can carry each other. We are going to fly someday we are.
I am so glad to be alive. It seems almost blessedly unfair that humans can love life so much. Right now, my ears are burnt with the after-images of a million songs and edged conversations, in my eyes linger the echoes of a thousand setting suns and camera flashes. My bed is soft and warm and feet are pleasingly frigid. Goodnight, I'll see you soon.
I must find something important about damp shoes.
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