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the art of self destruction

the way i remember things, not necessarily how they actually happened


felix
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I must confess, coconut, when done right, gives me goosebumps.

fred
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our earth will only occupy this exact space in the universe once.

make the most of your fucking day.

fred
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村上はここにいた

the continent of the soul lies separated from it's siblings. there are strange mountain ranges on that continent, wild vegetation, water falls that pour down from the clouds that drift on by and various other anomalies that don't work with the physics we are comfortable with. Interestingly enough there is no animal life there. At least nothing we are used to seeing as alive. Nothing that permanently lives there anyway. On occasion, by either intention or accident, a passerby will make ground and camp out for a few seconds, feeling it's magnificence, it's mystery, it's light. In those few endless moments the gravity of the place frightens most and they leave shortly after arrival. It's hard to tell if what is there ever changes or if it is always the same, just minor adjustments as shadows slip across.

It's difficult to tell how long the seconds are when you are there. It's hard to remember everything you see. It's almost like once you leave you only remember the feeling of what you saw and less of its details. For most, they never want to go back while others immediately begin retracing their steps and making a plan to return.

Today, it is all I can do to stand on the shores and look out. Across the Sea.

fred
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Who we are, never changes.
Who we think we are, does.

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- d u s t y f i n g e r s


A Winter's Lament

excerpt from above:

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s i l e n c i o

I do not need peace, I need purpose.

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2016: The Year of Ashes

fred
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when you sit down facing someone for the first time, regardless of intention of desire, there are about ten thousand things that you can ask that beautiful person.

when you sit down facing someone for the for the ten thousandth time, conditioned and trained, there are about five things you can ask that beautiful person.

there are times when loneliness isn't so lonely
and then there is the rest of the time.

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i n l o v e w i t h t h i s m o o d



i quite love everything about the soundtrack to the first season of this show. it is one part eno, one part reznor and two parts philip glass with a dusting of donnie darko across the piano.

the show itself was really enjoyable. i haven't seen the second season yet. but the first season is on netflix. you should watch it: crime/drama'ish dealing with death of child, family issues, genuine uncomfortable moments with weird beats of authentic ironic life humor. texturally the sound editing is pretty damn good as is the cinematography.

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