November 2012
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” The poet Ewan McTeagle…
(from Monty Python’s Flying Circus, episode 16) Picture a rugged highland landscape, traditional Scottish music playing in the background
Voice Over: From these glens and scars, the sound of the coot and the moorhen is seldom absent. Natures sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags. The rush of the mountain stream, the bleat of the sheep, and the broad, clear...
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October 2012
1 post
Lo and Behold; an Introvert, Again!
“INFP
creative, smart, idealist, loner, attracted to sad things, disorganized, avoidant, can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings, prone to quitting, prone to feelings of loneliness, ambivalent of the rules, solitary, daydreams about people to maintain a sense of closeness, focus on fantasies, acts without planning, low self confidence, emotionally moody, can feel defective, prone to...
August 2012
1 post
April 2012
5 posts
March 2012
2 posts
Pure, Disguised Putridity
I search for divinity, wheel towards trivial instinctivenesses, those that haunt me in my sleep gain gigantic weight then lengthen in abrupt mania during daylight… The first hours of open-armed dusk, then the merciful succeeding of dawn wondrously undercover this upcoming wreckage; none of the putrid quality permitted to leak through, only the soothing sound of birds going about...
February 2012
40 posts
“Do I look like a mug? Have I got a handle? Am I made of china? Am I kept in a...”
– Sue White (via keinenbock)
Leonard Cohen on Meditation →
parabola-magazine:
…You run through your top ten erotic fantasies, ambition fantasies, revenge fantasies, global ratification fantasies. You run through them all until you bore yourself to death, basically, and the faculty that produces opinions and snap judgments and unrealistic scenarios for your own prominence, after you run through them for a number of years, they cease to have charge....
The Beatles: And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.
Led Zeppelin: If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me. Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
Guns n Roses: She's got a smile it seems to me. Reminds me of childhood memories. Where everything. Was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see her face. She takes me away to that special place.
Bob Dylan: Why wait any longer for the world to begin, You can have your cake and eat it too, Why wait any longer for the one you love. When he’s standing in front of you
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid), you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid)
eighty-one:
Donovan - Hurdy Gurdy Man
listening to "azam ali - forty one ways to die" →
listening to "John Dowland - Can she excuse my... →
listening to "John Dowland - Flow My Tears" →
listening to "John Dowland - What If I Never... →
listening to "John Dowland - →
listening to "Azam Ali - O Felix!" →
listening to "Donkey Kong Country 2 OST - Swanky →
listening to "Killer Instinct (Killer Cuts) OST -... →
listening to "John Dowland - In Darkness Let Me... →
listening to "John Dowland - Awake, sweet love" →
listening to "Dusty Springfield - Daydreaming" →
listening to "Pet Shop Boys - Opportunities (Let →
Shakespeare's Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with
Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in...
Shakespeare's Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth femov’d from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills...
