January 2012
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The Chromatic Typewriter →
COOL!
It was dark in my room when I realized that alone was alone. Perhaps a soul is all we are. A single entity and nothing more. I cried then. It was too depressing to grasp within myself. I was happy to make it home alive. That is true sanctuary.
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Nothing to contribute tonight.
Tired from a tiring day.
Neutrally yours,
Em
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Uncle History: January 19, 1809: Writer Edgar... →
unclehistory:
January 19, 1809: Writer Edgar Allan Poe is born. While no one is certain from where Poe developed his macabre style, literary historians generally point to Poe’s fifth birthday, when his parents hired Usher the Split Personality Clown, who traveled with a gorilla that had a fucked-up eye….
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Send me a message...
Meebo = staticdistort
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Searching
Feeling low. I blame the drink. Let it both numb and liberate your tongue! Foggy senses as I spill my soul on the frosted pavement. So cold, so cold. We are all looking for a savior after all.
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4 Qualities of Mind that Alleviate Suffering
thegozumshow:
Metta - Don’t throw anyone out of your heart.
Karuna - Compassion.
Mudita - We feel joy when another person is happy.
Upekkha - A mind that is calm and steady in the face of life’s ups and downs
Okay, so the app is pretty irritating,
but I am keeping the meebo account!
Meebo name:
Staticdistort
Sorry for all this,
Em
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War
Blankets are holding me close tonight but the sheets are trying to keep me cold. I don’t want the sheets to win unless it is a muggy summer night. Then the sheets should be victorious with the help of fan reinforcements. Socks aren’t really cutting the muster as the feet are the coldest area next to the elbows. Socks may be damp… This would make them a casualty or at least...
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A Happy Thing
When the library decommissions books and gives them away for free!
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“Books are the perfect entertainment: no...
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“Whenever I find myself growing grim around the mouth; whenever it is a damp,...”
– Moby Dick by Herman Melville (via cherryblossomsinmytea)
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Sahara
Not sure Sahara. May I write about your thigh? It is golden like the dunes of the desert for which you were named. I wish to kiss like sun upon sand.
Answering Questions and Looking For Conversations →
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I think I lost my book.
And I was so close to being done.
I can only hope someone else will find it and enjoy it.
Then, I would be happy.
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“Call on the sick, go to funerals, for we are all mortal, and pass not by a man...”
– Vladimir Monomakh - Instructions to His Sons
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distantreality:
i genuinely dislike people who brag about getting high.
i swear this dude hits me up every single time he packs a bowl.
shut the fuck up
People who only feel like talking about drugs are boring people…
weedbrain:
Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers’ beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.
My inability to lose myself in a character, a...
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I leave for less than a week and now there is this Fanmail ?!?!?
What?
Phew,
So I lost pretty much all my files but computer is back up and running…. =]
Well… (knocks on wood)
New posts soon,
Em
Computer is acting up :(
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December 2011
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“Stories never really end even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories...”
– Inkspell by Cornelia Funke (via frombearwithlove)
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Laundromat
He was folding laundry at the laundromat around the corner from his apartment. Man my clothes are really taking a beating in these machines. I used to love this shirt. He studied a once pristine white shirt that was starting to take on a greyish tint. It has to be this place. I’m using the same detergent… The laundromat was incredibly neat considering the incompetent machines....
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Little Spiders
But I don’t want to think about that let alone write about it. I hate that sometimes when you are writing you can’t get away from the negative. It lurks like a spider on the ceiling. You can’t relax because it could fall at any time and then you will lose the visual and say goodbye to sleeping soundly then.
A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man...
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Fuck Yeah, Tattoos!: You guys remember the puppy... →
baaconnn:
This one:
Well, I took him to the vet yesterday. Got his first shots, looked for a microchip (none), and we were on our way. Last night though, he got sick a couple of times and then wouldn’t eat this morning so I took him back to the vet. She felt a lump in his stomach so…
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Hours of Energy Now:
Just going to write this all out .
Need a little something with bass. And rage that goes boom-boom-boom. Or just a kick like 5 hours of college lifestyle in 4 ounces. Man that works. Can be four hours every night for the past week and it is seven on Friday and I am ready to start moving around. Those lead to dangerous nights where you can end up so you can’t feel your mouth anymore but...
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I want to talk books with you:
But Tumblrs, where do I begin? It is like asking to talk about the meaning of life!! The topic is too magnificent!
Goodness! Here is an attempt…
I am currently reading The Marriage Plot, by Jeffrey Eugenides.
(but I only JUST started…)
(and I know I will love it because he is one of my favorite authors of all times)
Best books of 2011? Or possibly more fun: Most hated books of...
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