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[October 10, 2008] |
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| WITH MY LIGHTNING BOLTS A-GLOWIN', I CAN'T SEE WHERE I AM GOING |
[October 08, 2008] |
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i zunno i zunno we're just a million gods causing rainstorms turning everything good into rust i zunno zunnno zzzzunnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooo i really zunno life is like a passionless passion fruit i just zunno what to do with it come on man we're so so so much more than this we are above beyond and leagues away but every time i close my eyes it's all lies all lies. it's curious how it's much easier to see colours with my eyes shut - everything's multi-coloured like bubbles blown under the glorious sun. makes me wonder: if everything in the world was neon would we be brighter, or would we be blinded? i think sociology would be much more effectively studied if i took the cash and ran around the world for three years. lives need to be touched and i need to start, maybe tomorrow.
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| I SAW LIFE TURN INTO A TV SHOW |
[October 03, 2008] |
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there are alot of things i would like to believe in. i would to believe that time is weak and i am strong. i would like to believe in the infallibility of the human spirit - that in us all we are miracle makers, magicians, prophets; that we are all gravely underrated. i would like to think that one day the world can be finally run by people, not politics, power or popularity; maybe one day they will all be mutually exclusive. i would like to believe that sadness can be avoided permanently and that joy will be contagious, just as laughter already is. could laughter be more than a sound and sensation? maybe one day laughter will become a feeling. i would like to believe that history is just a showcase - look, see, smile, don't learn: the present is the key to the future; i think how happy i am now is more consequential than how happy i was then. i would like to believe that the sky is a vending machine and eventually it will shower golden drops of goodness, greatness and glory. i would like to believe it can be sunny within four walls, that home is more than squares, spaces and rooms empty like hearts. i would like to believe that weekends are not meant for loneliness, that the neon signs and dashing noise are not figments of television produce, and that underneath the blinking cloak of city lights lies a human bustle - willing, warm and never weary. that there will always be someone about the next corner is something that i would like to believe.
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| AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO STOPS TO SEE IF HE'S DEAD |
[October 03, 2008] |
what this world really really needs is a little more love and a lot less of every every thing else.
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| "thank you, but I need a majority to win." |
[September 24, 2008] |
Adlai Stevenson, Sufjan Stevens
"I wrote quite a few oblique homage pieces that never made it on the Illinois album, including a brief meditation for Adlai Stevenson, Illinois' beloved governor, presidential hopeful, UN ambassador, healthy Unitarian, and the great American voice of conscience. Today you might call him Obama's saintly predecessor. Or the last man of political virtue. In my research, of course, I was much more interested in his one biographical blemish: as a boy he accidentally killed a childhood friend with a rifle. Very little has been written about this incident, but it has been said that its ramifications could be felt in his political benevolence, in his empathy for those less fortunate, and in his lifelong effort to serve others."
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| For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti |
[September 23, 2008] |
"Let me do a song really quick about a small town up here called Paradise. Michigan has Paradise as well as Hell Michigan. It's kind of interesting. And, Um Paradise is a place...I noticed when we went up there to play a football tournament in high school, I noticed that there was all these single mothers and women and grandmothers but there weren't any men, and so I had sort of devised a story in my mind that they had all died in the war and that they were all widows. But they were really a very happy and optimistic community and they all seemed to be working together, and it was, like, women of the world take over. This is for the widows in Paradise."
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| AMAZING LOVE, HOW CAN IT BE? |
[September 16, 2008] |
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I would like to thank You for alot of things. I thank You, Lord, for putting ink into pen, power onto paper. I thank You for fear, for weakness, for meekness. I thank You for hopes and dreams, and faith and the power that comes with faith, and the power that comes with being powerless. I thank You, Lord, for surrender, and then for victory. I thank You for wonder, for magnificence; I thank You, Lord, for You. I thank You for rest, for putting sleep into slumber. I thank You for black and white, and then for blue. I thank You for putting breath in me so that I may breathe, and life in me so that I may live. I thank You for eyes so I can witness, ears so I can receive, mouth so that an inner goodness may trot out on the red carpet that is the tongue. Lord I thank You for that inner goodness that is Yours made mine, and then the world's. I thank You for the world for all it has and for all it does not. I thank You for the stars that blink, moons that yawn. I thank You for night, and I thank You for rest. I thank You for placing life right after death.
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| THEY SAY IT CHANGES WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN |
[September 10, 2008] |
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7:15pm. I stood against the window, face nudging against the curves of the railing. The sky was at its oceanic best: not the menacing majestic Discovery Channel deep blue, but that of a child's chalk and crayon. I thought I could look on forever. The buildings below lit up one by one like candles, as though abating a ceremony. Indeed, I wanted to celebrate what was before me and what it meant. There was an eternity in the sky, shielded with powdered elusiveness the clouds gave it. Such mystery! Such future! I could look on forever, and not blink. The wind in my face, the birds in homebound flight, my worries a hundred feet below. The sun gave me a kindred bow, a very benign acknowledgment - of all the earth it overwhelmed it chose me. I could bask forever and not blink. The sky had a stillness that was not stifling; you'd think with so much air it would be suffocating. There is always a too much, even on this planet that promises so little, and is left with much less. This is why I like the sky, the endless infinite sky. It makes up for all that the world lacked, it gives the world ambition and offers it comfort. Only a fool would not look on forever.
7:20pm. It is dark outside.
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| SUNDOWN KIDS DON'T WANT GO HOME |
[September 04, 2008] |
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| THE FUTURE WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU |
[September 02, 2008] |
but it certainly will forget.
in the bigger scheme of things i don't want to be forgotten, but more pertinently i do not want to be remembered for being forgettable. these are passing days, these are not days you want to remember. these are the look back and laugh days; for some they will look back and cry. i don't want to look back and be provoked into an emotion. i just want to look back and see what i've done, and not have to justify.
there is not a megaphone in the world that will tell me what to do, to tell me that these are the days that i have consumed, to tell me that i'm living on free lunch. there's no such thing as a free lunch, they will tell me, there's no such thing as free. there's no such thing as growing wings. there's no such thing as up in the sky.
i wonder what it's like to fly? but i wouldn't want to. the closer i get to tempting the limits the more i'm likely to be frustrated. down here there is so much to do so much to see so many days left to conquer. there is greatness in not having, and not being. there is greatness in poverty, there is greatness in being plain god damn stupid. the future is in your head: go where you think you're going, and don't look back.
oh god please don't.
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| obatola |
[August 30, 2008] |
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kind of wish it wasn't, but local football is frustratingly disappointing. the gombak-tampines game was no yawn, but i'm quite disturbed that the foreign born players are the ones pulling the strings for a club that probably means nothing more than company to them. is there any heart?
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| putting the king into peking |
[August 25, 2008] |
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| it's bright on the outside / the bright love the dark side |
[August 23, 2008] |
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who makes fireworks? who tests fireworks? who talks the sparks into cages, and then unleashes them like menaces? very pretty menaces, very beautiful menaces, like a tragedy, a heartbreak; mixed feelings. how can something be so spectacular so near and then so far away? why do the booms that puncture the ailing clouds not chill the bone like an impending war, but excite like a countdown to a new day, new year, new life? what gives them the right to paint the night sky, to rival the stars, to destroy the monotony that has become so characteristic, familiar, almost friendly? what gives them the right?
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[August 17, 2008] |
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only half dead and completely not alievvvvvvv
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| speed x time |
[August 12, 2008] |
Here's what we're going to do. We'll stand right in the middle of the fly-over, and back facing each other we'll start moving in the opposite direction. Each little step I take I'll call out your name, and you'll do the same. This way, even when we're too far to be seen or heard we can look back at a rainbow of echoes, and know that a pot of gold exists. This way, you'll know that I'm really just one step away.
This way, we will overcome fear.
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
[August 10, 2008] |
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I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but I type too slow to make the expressions stick. And it's like TV with a microchip.
Set your sights to sink the partyline, 'cause it's so tired. Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause it's so tired.
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| LEMON |
[July 23, 2008] |
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i applauded as the sky this morning turned from soft rock to death metal like a piece of orchestral brilliance. this was only overshadowed by the impossible theatrics of your callow smile that punched a thousand holes in the clouds, flooding out the storm with sweet sweet sun rays.
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| our mother should have just named you laika |
[July 09, 2008] |
just great just great just great just great WE ARE NOWHERE AND IT IS NOW i want to pray that this is not stress getting to me i want to pray that i am above all this, that i know that You are above all this and that there is more to this than this than this than this. put me together right now right now like jigsaw falling into pieces falling into pieces like bits of clay melted and molded into something bigger, greater, better. i want to build a boat so i can float, float on float off float up to a place higher than water, higher than air, lighter than life.
they will treat you like you're dead. like you're dead wood. then you're dead meat. fight like a tiger, fight like a cat, fight like you fight for food. fight like you fight for friends. that's what it means to be alive, to have fists to have fire to hit to hit to hit and hit back. when you're blackened and blued twist twist twist in the air like you're a ballerina like you're a top like you're right on top. when you're up there don't look down - where you are has everything you need to live cry and die.
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