magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Friday, January 20, 2006
we are all in the gutter--
and i hang my boots to rest when i'm impressed
so i triple knot them and forgot them:
this origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
without a feather and a lottery ticket. now settle down.
(all i ever wanted was to pick apart the day
put the pieces back together my way.)
--aesop rock, daylight
+ fictions&fires
12:54 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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