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late night in the city, it is moments like this that i wish one could sing on the internet
procrastinating like the good old days; maybe what i need is an old-fashioned all-nighter
i am young and in love and in manhattan, i have been doing yoga daily, free yoga because life here can be free, my limbs are happy--
i sat in the new york city ballet's orchestra section for ten dollars last weekend, i got dinner at sushisamba for ten, i am going to carnegie hall for ten
maybe if one learns to play each and every card, one's life can be dangerously close to free
i could do any number of things.
i will have a desk, i am moving to chelsea for eight-hundred a month with a peyote-smoking background extra associate of my uncle. my room has a deer skull in it and a six-foot aztec mask. i will probably keep these where they are now, which is to say, beside my bed.
change in plans
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom
it is possible to be wanted for oneself. it is possible to breathe so deeply that one forgets everything but the self.
i used to feel abandoned by so many people, because it is so easy to forget that they, too, lost something
everything ends, says Six Feet Under. every thing ends. the only things that do not end are those that transcend 'thing,' and that is love, and nothing else;
the only way to live without burdens is to release that which is not meant to last, and hold the rest close, so close that no transient element can stain or distort the vibrance of this... beauty, or light, and if one listens closely enough, one knows what is true. i have to believe this.
procrastinating like the good old days; maybe what i need is an old-fashioned all-nighter
i am young and in love and in manhattan, i have been doing yoga daily, free yoga because life here can be free, my limbs are happy--
i sat in the new york city ballet's orchestra section for ten dollars last weekend, i got dinner at sushisamba for ten, i am going to carnegie hall for ten
maybe if one learns to play each and every card, one's life can be dangerously close to free
i could do any number of things.
i will have a desk, i am moving to chelsea for eight-hundred a month with a peyote-smoking background extra associate of my uncle. my room has a deer skull in it and a six-foot aztec mask. i will probably keep these where they are now, which is to say, beside my bed.
change in plans
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom
it is possible to be wanted for oneself. it is possible to breathe so deeply that one forgets everything but the self.
i used to feel abandoned by so many people, because it is so easy to forget that they, too, lost something
everything ends, says Six Feet Under. every thing ends. the only things that do not end are those that transcend 'thing,' and that is love, and nothing else;
the only way to live without burdens is to release that which is not meant to last, and hold the rest close, so close that no transient element can stain or distort the vibrance of this... beauty, or light, and if one listens closely enough, one knows what is true. i have to believe this.