December 2010
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Exactly one year ago today at this time i was riding shotgun in a AAA roadside assistance eighteen wheeler next to a man called Stretch who informed me that everybody who works on an offshore oil rig gets a nickname. I wanted mine to be Struggle, on account of having just blown my car’s engine during a short-lived cross-state roadtrip. I didn’t tell Stretch this, he didn’t talk...
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I'm going to freestyle as often as humanly...
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“A Feminine Incarnation: The Dynamics of Sexual...
Before I was born, a darkly gorgeous woman graced the corners of my unperceiving mind. She wasn’t my mother—not entirely at least—but I was vaguely aware and in love with her like a mother. When I was conceived she disappeared only to return with puberty and the rise of sexual awareness and maturity. I tried to uncover her identity like the crafty self-historian I thought I was, and with...
My Abigal,
I’ve missed you dearly in these waning winter months
Without triumph or catastrophe I’ve withered in lassitude
Awaiting your night jasmine whispers on the bridge of my neck
To stir me from caging slumber and inspire pendulum swings
And rend the wicked tendrils of uselessly accumulated sin
My voice is heavy, and rusty words girdle me in my restlessness
The twin shackles round’ my wrists ward...
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i've felt different lately
campus paint sprawls up and down against the walls as i call and i call someone else take the fall i’ve got no condition to be conditioned on this mission the friction strays and i lose conviction my blades are a thousand lost fantasies to the denizens of reality that strangle my travesty and collapse my old circuitry. I’m losing my universality by clinging to adversity for the sake of...
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I fall in love in my dreams far too often.
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Abjection's Gift
They would call me the nightmare who greets the dawn
the shade surpassing Death, drifting from graveyards to the great beyond
The man at the crux of the mountain looking down at the world
Trying to find himself among the noblemen and churls
and i accepted my fate before i knew it could be changed
so now a part of me forsakes the day and every decision i try to make
meanwhile i persist, bogged down...
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Lost At Shore
It’ll be the last night for a while, that I’ll be able to swing the blade with this precision, severing past and present decisions and mutilating my futures to produce a better rhythm. It’s the same old song all over again, just without the fear and anxiousness and a lack of attachment to significance of pen. Addiction’s blisters and neurotic splinters have been the building blocks of these past...
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“Nothing’s gonna change my world. (x4)
I’m traveling this maze,...”
– “My World”, by Illogic
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“No one really understands the experience that change lives
That pave an...”
– “How Much Do You Pay?” by Oliver Hart, aka Eyedea
because I am Too Soon
“For without her i am only revolutions of ruin
because i am too soon
for without you i am only revolutions of ruin”
because we are Far Gone
for without home, we will forever turn our backs to Dawn
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spiderwriting
circus animals freed from their cages
and my mad maladies spring to meet them
chimerical trust formed of the bond shared kin
darkling tidings having a rise of eyelids towards dusk
for your word is all one wishes to distrust
another excuse for labeling lost love simply
sparks of an underwelmed scion of lusty lust
time cares only for us
my leaps and bounds turn forests to rust
and with...
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The "I", the "Other", and the "Abject"
“Who you think you are”, “who you really are”, and “who you are terrified of becoming.”
eyeswidewonder-deactivated20110 asked: OH MY
I came to revisit some of your works and found that you had indeed posted an answer to my question! How I could of missed than before I don't know!
I think that your experiment in shamelessly writing than revising is the best kind of proofreading advice I have yet to come across. I loathe rereading my work, the panic is terribly acute but ebbs instantly as I 'step...
I came to revisit some of your works and found that you had indeed posted an answer to my question! How I could of missed than before I don't know!
I think that your experiment in shamelessly writing than revising is the best kind of proofreading advice I have yet to come across. I loathe rereading my work, the panic is terribly acute but ebbs instantly as I 'step...
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“I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered
The wind blew a...”
– “Soundtrack of a Romance”, by Oliver Hart, a.k.a. Eyedea
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A Discussion of Nostalgia, etc.
This brand of uncanny nostalgia i’m currently entrenched in is born from a place other than memory; which might suggest it’s not legitimate nostalgia but perhaps something similar, eh? However nostalgia can be defined as not only an ⒜affectionate longing for the recurrence of past events and/or feelings but additionally as ⒝the evocation of these tendencies or feelings.
The nostalgia...
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unheimliche Erscheinung
Today is the second anniversary of a certain event in my life that altered me profoundly; the event spanned over three days (Dec. 11th, the 12th, and finally the 13th) and on this day two years ago at some uncertain hour before midnight i beheld an epiphany-or had a revelation, or made an enduring decision; i’ve honestly forgotten which or what-which barricaded itself within my persona and...
eyeswidewonder-deactivated20110 asked: lol That is an absolutely perfect quote!!
Sigh, I need some patience and less ADD! :P
Any advice for focus/putting ones nose to the grind stone and doing the unbearable task of proofreading/adjusting
*shiver* ..or do you enjoy that kind of thing???
Sigh, I need some patience and less ADD! :P
Any advice for focus/putting ones nose to the grind stone and doing the unbearable task of proofreading/adjusting
*shiver* ..or do you enjoy that kind of thing???
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priorities
never in my life could i imagine sharing a roof with another, willingly
for solitude is my sweet lady who, unlike humans, makes no promises nor disappoints
and this conviction might pave the road towards some vacant death
though i still stand firmly below it
however as i ponder these ever-increasing solidifications of self
i look upon my sleeping friend’s complacent face
and marvel...
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Anonymous asked: I always enjoy reading what you post. Keep it up!
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Perseverating
It’s the windiest fucking morning I’ve ever had the misfortune of waking up for and the atmosphere is chugging along at a steady 40 degrees Fahrenheit; the weatherman tells me this shit will persevere throughout the day which dashes my plans of traveling to a coffee shop I’ve never been to and drowning the afternoon in my studies. I need something to warm my fingers up both figuratively and...
I'm playing chess during the sunrise
I figured this should to be documented so i’ll have a chance to laugh at my own absurdity at some later date (incidentally this is the same reason i keep a tumblr).
God Dissolves Before A Homunculus
It happens near the end of the day
when i’ve long forgotten the sun
and the house is filled with sleeping folk
while my eyes remain wide and unhindered
waiting in the arms of my wooden chair for midnight
It creeps with nonchalance and permeates through
like a smiling virus i’ve grown accustom to
And before my wits have gathered anew;
An appetite for madness forever pursues
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The Company of Rain
Sitting on my back porch one evening
A cigarette and book balanced among my hands
The rain has begun to make its presence known
Sweeping down its thousand sheets to surround me
And i savour the solitude and shake the ash from my lips
Fold up my book and close curtain eyes
to better behold the soft staccato of rainfall
Having arranged my solace accordingly
my waiting ears perceive voices...
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Friday friday friday. I’m awake without meaning and it feels oddly beautiful. Seven hours ago i was experiencing some hair-thin consciousness close enough to black out on a friend’s couch, and now i can’t get back to sleep, boggles. I wouldn’t like to believe that i’ve missed the train to dreamville after barely touching it earlier in the night, but perhaps this is...
