March 2011
107 posts
February 2011
9 posts
I LOVE YOU JESSICA
How strange of you to call me by my actual name. I miss you Allie. McDonald’s Coke soothes the pain. Haha
mamihlapinatapai
“a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin.”
It’s the most succint word. Untranslatable.
This word reminds me of Sigur Ros, and makes me want to float through water, but with music all around me. Instead of the terrifying deafening dullness the pressure of water pushes upon your eardrums.
Or better yet
La petite mort
Literally “the little death”; a metaphor for orgasm. More widely, it can refer to the spiritual release that comes with orgasm, or a short period of melancholy or transcendence, as a result of the expenditure of the “life force”.
Just for kicks. I learned something today.
“But with the throttle screwed on, there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right… and that’s when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are the wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it… howling through a turn to the right, then to the left, and down the long hill to Pacifica… letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge… The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others- the living- are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it’s In.”
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-Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga (via ilovegoo)
I want my eyes to water, and my luck to run out.
Play
My hole is shallow, my voice is loud, my brain is in motion, and I’ve got a plan. Karma is often spoken about as if it is known, but it’s all opinion. Most things we talk about are just opinions, so stop trying to be right all the time. We put too much effort into it.
I play the ukulele.
I’m getting a laptop.
I will be more productive this next month.
By the end of this year, I don’t think I’ll be worrying anymore.
