I don’t know why I expect to find inspiration in snow. Why I expect to uncover artistic solace in verbalizing the way that subzero temperatures draw your breath out in a frail, curling mist. Or how when you sit alone in your bedroom blackened by the four PM night sky and glance out your window to catch moon beams bouncing off of a vanilla frosted ( Read more... )

select words of inspiration unearthed in Machon 2004:
"now, say it in the style of a 1930's swing band"
that pretty much sums up my summer.


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life's so weird ( Read more... )

im a sort of real-world spy, living two days outside of the dictated two-month confines of camp. And, I don’t know. I don’t think language offers anything resembling an accurate representation of camp. I hate being back home; missing things that, given reality, would happen in a few weeks, but unravel over a two day span in camp-time. Fuck this ( Read more... )

apparently theres some sort of e-mail type deal..?

zoe.miller@ramahberk.ecamp.net

right on.

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This entry sucked, so i choose to edit it with:

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a succession of semicolons, because thats a fairly badass operation on my part.

ARIEL SEIGAL CAN SEE THE FUTURE ( Read more... )

the past two days were inexcusibly whack.
i couldnt move my neck, and i had this awful simultaneous headache/pulsating burning eyes-ness. and then i kept throwing up, and i sort of thought i was dying. it truly sucked.
i'm going to the doctor now, i remain a trooper.
more later.

^ the point being that Xedrine tension headache saves, heil.

"plenty of people like you. fuck, everyone likes you ( Read more... )