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something new to learn on piano [bravery takes many shapes]
the bird and the bee - polite dance song, directed by Eric Wareheim of Tim & Eric.
[...] Since I'm asking so nice
Would you just entertain
There's nothing left to hide you away
Just show a little bit of brain
Yes that is what I mean
That's the nail that I hit
I try to be as coy as I can
But I wanna see your naughty bit [...]
-::-We fall asleep ( Read more... ) -
the privilege of being yours
This time I whisper it, at about the violin's volume: "I love you." No one hears, no one sees, but the tree falls in the forest just the same.
- David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks, page 192.I'm scribbling in that book. Marginalia in black ink. The pages are almost as pale as my skin. The words that spit from my pen are tiny, nearly incomprehensible, ( Read more... ) -
a collection theory of unlinear operators
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnellleaving is not enough; you must ( Read more... ) -
That which the inferno does not consume, it forges.
"When someone shows you who they are, believe them." ~ Maya Angelou"What are you doing, can I help?" I murmured, softly pulled from sleep by the man who was quietly getting ready to leave for work. It was the day before my birthday. He had been very careful, but the sound of a suitcase zipper had been enough to wake me. He chuckled and sat down on ( Read more... ) -
Living the Social Event Horizon.
Before I offer the rather wildly satisfying anecdote that I want to write about, I need this caveat: there's a persistent rumour-myth that claims "Jhayne knows everybody" that is patently untrue. There are thousands upon thousands of dazzling people I have never met and will never and, though I find this sad in the same abstract way that birthdays ( Read more... ) -
Devorah
There’s something about the smell of the place that clings to my skin. Perhaps it’s a disinfectant or the lotion she rubs on her skin. Possibly a mix of them both. Either way, it has become the scent of her dying and it won’t let me sleep. As soon as I am home, I step into the shower to rinse it off, knowing that I am sluicing her touch from my ( Read more... ) -
to hell with me, just let it burn
I dreamed this morning that there was someone else in my bed with me. I woke up quietly, slipped to the foot of the bed, brushed my alarm off, and then crept around the room, getting dressed as silently as possible in the still, quiet dark. I dreamed the details of clothing, the smooth sound of carefully opened wooden drawers, the brief blindness ( Read more... ) -
catharsis
Circus Contraption - Love Makes The World Go 'Round
"Love makes the world go 'round, or so I've been told and I think I believe it. And when we decide to enlighten the wise, the world will be happy again ( Read more... )
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