January 2012
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Selection of the Fourth Word
The body is in…
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Reblog if you actually like reading.
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hilarious-motherfucker:
camuizuuki:
iamthemagicks:
iamajeffersonstarship:
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BEST THING EVER ON THE PLANET IN MY LIFE AND I MEAN THAT THIS TIME
Applicable Snape quotes:
“Ob-viously.”
- as well as -
“Always.”
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The body is going bad quickly. You pick a path, and you follow it. Sometimes it leads to this. You pick people and put them in your life. That’s not right. Your life intersects with other people’s lives, your day interacts with their day, and you choose to put them in your tomorrow. You choose to keep including them in your days, one after another. At some point, it becomes understood,...
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The body is in the back of the car. The car is a white van. The car is a black hearse. The car is from Japan. The car is from Detroit. The car goes 9 to 5. That’s a parking lot. My lot in life is this cubicle. My lot in life is this bed. My lot in life is a chair. A chair in my car. The body is in the front of the car. The body is beneath the car. The body is on top of the car. The body is...
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The body is everything. The last part first. Death. The body is where we house death, and our fear of death, and our perceptions of everything that comes before. In between. Death and birth. Our perceptions change. One night we are perfect, we are gods, we are forever. The next, nothing, less than dust. How can we be uncomfortable in our own skin? How do we not know if we are too hot or too cold?...
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BREAKING: MARIE CALLOWAY MAY BE ABOUT TO SOAR...
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the body is a cell
the body is impermanent
the body is going
the body is weak
the body is everything.
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The body is cooling on the table. Somewhere. Here, though, the air is so hot it’s heavy. I feel like the whole day, every hour already passed, is pressing down on me. From behind. I feel vulnerable, weak. The TV’s going. I turn the volume on and off. The radio, from my computer. iTunes. Netflix. Outside, sometimes it’s raining. Other times there are cars in the street. Noise is...
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Today’s errata (#sweet_fall_forward) come from Like Riding a Bicycle, Pt. 6:
…embrace the sweet fall forward Into the future’s blue Equilibrium.
I like the idea of falling (back) to earth. I like the metaphor of feeling so removed that you’re in outer space, dealing with aliens and Kurt Vonnegut. And then coming back down to reality.
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