| the way i understood things, insects were small and giants were large; but when the disaster came, everything became inverted, and things kept inverting over and over again until it was hard to remember the likeness of insects and thimble's and giants and buildings; so then, my head lost it's best channel of input and i became a new statue of ( Read more... )

| somehow you won't ever get used to the bright lights that cover this place; some days you will search for the most secure space to hide in, but even those places will become haunted; and when you try to find a new one, it will be hard not to trip along the way |

Also, Jenny Lewis:


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| there was no collective voice; that sort of thing was impossible to achieve; and anyway, i wouldn't have called it an achievement if it was possible; collectivity meant repeditiveness, repeditiveness meant boredom, boredom meant sleep, and a sleeping person was in no shape for carrying out a revolution ( Read more... )

this is one of the strangest pictures of me...but that's why i have to put it here. i don't think that many people read this journal, but if you do and you're interested, i want to have a kickball game some time soon, i'm trying to have one tomorrow but i don't think enough people will be able to make it.

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amanda and i witnessed something horrifying at the park tonight...made me wish i had a video camera cause describing it wouldn't do it justice. my sister keeps telling me lately not to burn bridges, but i'm not faced with any regret cause there's no reason for that.  the more pieces i learn about my mother lately, the less i seem to grasp anything ( Read more... )

| i understand now that they wouldn't come to me like flashes but that i would have to search for them inside the cracks and corners; i could only see them if i listened first, and to listen i had to close my eyes; when i finally decided to open them, i taped notes to the lids of my eyes, thinking that perhaps, somehow, i could drill segments of ( Read more... )

a couple weeks ago, i dropped a glass milk jug that landed on the side of my bed and broke all over the sheets. i brushed some of the big pieces off, but i was too lazy to clean up all the glass off the bed so i left it there and when it was time to go to bed, i just slept right next to the glass, hoping i wouldn't turn onto it. it's been over two ( Read more... )

i have been reading "a people's history of the united states" by howard zinn, and it's becoming very exciting. it's like looking into the smallest hidding places of history and finding treats to enjoy. also, everything is illuminated is a terrific movie. everytime i hear people use that word, terrific, i always cringe and think that it seems like ( Read more... )

| things started to feel like just rehearsals to me, like there was more to learn; but you didn't think so, and after the acts were done, i would beg for another chance to get it right this time, cause this time i was ready; but you told me "the people allready saw what they came for...so no more chances, baby. go home. people make mistakes...but ( Read more... )