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this moment is a lower point, internally,
not for any reason or event. (i'd caution you
against finding patterns in anything you see.
this is a terribly attractive tendency for humans
but you would be wiser to explode each link in your framework.
such precepts live to deceive.) you’ve caught me at a reflective time
and so it makes sense to do this. i'm regrouping.
i am presently insubstantial, adrift in the aegean sea, mostly a set of smokescreens.
i'm engaged. did i tell you? that's a lie, don't trust me.
i can't lie to you.
i can't talk to you,
i can't speak to this without becoming it.
i want to become bigger than this.
it's a simple decision daily that makes it. you need to
strengthen these deeper synapses, set in your five thirty hard wiring you need to
create a solid association between waking up and working, between
working out and writing, between the deadlift push and breathing.
--are you coming to nola for new years eve? well that's easily the most
thick stitched convoluted situation i could create. (this tends to be how i operate.)
i'm buying the tickets and pulling the trigger. she's pushing against me.
take this all in with wonder, my dear. this is how every day should be.
a isn't coming. she certainly wouldn't mind and is fully aware of the implications,
(which are potentially nothing and potentially--) but wants to maintain
a distance, this being our working theme. none of these things should really be the theme,
the kid is supposed to be writing, and i know that most days she holds her ground
but my god the weight of what she spills when she loses her traction.
i live for this, these explosive reactions, but this is certainly a compromise isn't it?
you're in a different situation from david, you are wracked with tension
you are all things and you are balancing, you are being simply impossible
these facts are nonnegotiable, i think it's time you get some sleep,
you're really not going to win this one. you were born to stay in motion,
you will sail without a home (our speaker has already established
a general unreliability
a precedent of baselessness)
he awoke as flotsam,
scorned by the gods who had once so favored him.
cleverness had been all the fashion, that is,
before he had angered poseidon.
he had razed troy to the ground,
he had cracked open a meaningless an unwinnable war
but that was an earlier episode.
he needs to work his way up from the bottom at this point
but the dawn is quickly dissolving, such things
once seemed sacred, but now nothing means anything
--about fourteen hundred in the hole at a two hundred dollar buy in level
untethered and swiftly descending. he's since stopped looking down.
that's what i love about this game. this is what reflects
a directness and honesty, there's no sense of entitlement here
like in the business world or academy. nothing means anything.
we have made this agreement, fighting hard for these chips
which represent money which represents nothing which has come to mean everything.
that's the beauty of it, the elegant candor.
stay focused, kid. nothing means anything.
think about what's at stake:
if you don't back down against circe,
you'll regain your ship, men,
supplies, and swine.
(that is, if you win)
& you're back at the beginning
except forty years older and a hero.
who wouldn't take it? go all in.
i sympathize with m at that. she did what i would do.
but the me in the situation didn't want to. what's there to say?
where can you go from there? new york. of course, i'm still here.
there's other factors involved on my end. for example:
march is our slated opening date. david and i will be running the late night,
throwing a party every day. i'll wake up early and bike to the gym.
i'll outgrow sleep. i'll compose thicker prose and melodies.
i'll scratch down every memory, affixed to a simple system of tallying.
we record these things to remember them. sing, goddess, of my father's rage!
we live that we may grow greater than this. i probably shouldn't talk about it.
but imagine i did somehow return
to an ithaca of a lighter verse
with scars & bruises across my frame
that trace like corded venomous snakes
run haggard by our war torn world
they've developed a circular escapist language
whatever is said is absurd
you've caught me in a tighter space. it seems she'll be
in town tomorrow and we're meeting for coffee and breakfast.
i'm deciding if i'll buy the tickets. i'll drive out to charlotte
to fly down to new orleans together with her because i'm crazy.
have i mentioned i'm crazy? i'm putting the question to her
with hopes of unraveling everything. but i really don't have any solid answers.
i am called to justify my existence: we live for the sake of loving.
i've deeply bought into these hero myths. i know that i
should let go of these things. these insidious precepts
that are after my soul. such habits and doubts and my
far scattered hopes. i know i'll need to pull this together, buy into
what is being offered to me. but on this homecoming i hardly recognize myself
i am a different person atomically.
not for any reason or event. (i'd caution you
against finding patterns in anything you see.
this is a terribly attractive tendency for humans
but you would be wiser to explode each link in your framework.
such precepts live to deceive.) you’ve caught me at a reflective time
and so it makes sense to do this. i'm regrouping.
i am presently insubstantial, adrift in the aegean sea, mostly a set of smokescreens.
i'm engaged. did i tell you? that's a lie, don't trust me.
i can't lie to you.
i can't talk to you,
i can't speak to this without becoming it.
i want to become bigger than this.
it's a simple decision daily that makes it. you need to
strengthen these deeper synapses, set in your five thirty hard wiring you need to
create a solid association between waking up and working, between
working out and writing, between the deadlift push and breathing.
--are you coming to nola for new years eve? well that's easily the most
thick stitched convoluted situation i could create. (this tends to be how i operate.)
i'm buying the tickets and pulling the trigger. she's pushing against me.
take this all in with wonder, my dear. this is how every day should be.
a isn't coming. she certainly wouldn't mind and is fully aware of the implications,
(which are potentially nothing and potentially--) but wants to maintain
a distance, this being our working theme. none of these things should really be the theme,
the kid is supposed to be writing, and i know that most days she holds her ground
but my god the weight of what she spills when she loses her traction.
i live for this, these explosive reactions, but this is certainly a compromise isn't it?
you're in a different situation from david, you are wracked with tension
you are all things and you are balancing, you are being simply impossible
these facts are nonnegotiable, i think it's time you get some sleep,
you're really not going to win this one. you were born to stay in motion,
you will sail without a home (our speaker has already established
a general unreliability
a precedent of baselessness)
he awoke as flotsam,
scorned by the gods who had once so favored him.
cleverness had been all the fashion, that is,
before he had angered poseidon.
he had razed troy to the ground,
he had cracked open a meaningless an unwinnable war
but that was an earlier episode.
he needs to work his way up from the bottom at this point
but the dawn is quickly dissolving, such things
once seemed sacred, but now nothing means anything
--about fourteen hundred in the hole at a two hundred dollar buy in level
untethered and swiftly descending. he's since stopped looking down.
that's what i love about this game. this is what reflects
a directness and honesty, there's no sense of entitlement here
like in the business world or academy. nothing means anything.
we have made this agreement, fighting hard for these chips
which represent money which represents nothing which has come to mean everything.
that's the beauty of it, the elegant candor.
stay focused, kid. nothing means anything.
think about what's at stake:
if you don't back down against circe,
you'll regain your ship, men,
supplies, and swine.
(that is, if you win)
& you're back at the beginning
except forty years older and a hero.
who wouldn't take it? go all in.
i sympathize with m at that. she did what i would do.
but the me in the situation didn't want to. what's there to say?
where can you go from there? new york. of course, i'm still here.
there's other factors involved on my end. for example:
march is our slated opening date. david and i will be running the late night,
throwing a party every day. i'll wake up early and bike to the gym.
i'll outgrow sleep. i'll compose thicker prose and melodies.
i'll scratch down every memory, affixed to a simple system of tallying.
we record these things to remember them. sing, goddess, of my father's rage!
we live that we may grow greater than this. i probably shouldn't talk about it.
but imagine i did somehow return
to an ithaca of a lighter verse
with scars & bruises across my frame
that trace like corded venomous snakes
run haggard by our war torn world
they've developed a circular escapist language
whatever is said is absurd
you've caught me in a tighter space. it seems she'll be
in town tomorrow and we're meeting for coffee and breakfast.
i'm deciding if i'll buy the tickets. i'll drive out to charlotte
to fly down to new orleans together with her because i'm crazy.
have i mentioned i'm crazy? i'm putting the question to her
with hopes of unraveling everything. but i really don't have any solid answers.
i am called to justify my existence: we live for the sake of loving.
i've deeply bought into these hero myths. i know that i
should let go of these things. these insidious precepts
that are after my soul. such habits and doubts and my
far scattered hopes. i know i'll need to pull this together, buy into
what is being offered to me. but on this homecoming i hardly recognize myself
i am a different person atomically.