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[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:37 pm] |
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I have discovered carousels of light in emptiness. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:03 pm] |
I shall not let this creative spark die within me.
I shall reach up and through the light.
You are so right and you're so crazy.
Don't mistake your words for bullshit.
Feel the meaning, feel the tasting.
Honey snakes about your ankles.
Frowning silently through hazing.
Pluck the harp and strum the banjo.
Run, dance, sing, swing deeply blazing.
Throw your feet about your antlers.
Spice your milkshake, swirl your darkness.
Strum this glittering enrapture.
Spin yourself among the rafters.
Enter silence, enter missing.
Enter everyday believing.
Find your soul, discover madness.
Write your stories, love and sadness.
Fling yourself upon your neighbor.
Sadness rises like a vapor.
Through the roof, the stars, the membranes.
Worlds and universes gazing.
Singly, sprightly, mostly famous.
We are all the world's amazers. |
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| some personal habits that are important to me |
[Oct. 10th, 2009|11:17 pm] |
There are a few small things that almost always make me happy. I really enjoy a good book. I love it when I can fall into a book sometimes and feel as though I'm one of the characters in the story. That being said, I don't find amazing authors like that very often, so I tend to reread my favorites quite a bit.
I love having thoughtful conversations over tea with a close friend. Tea isn't required, although I like it a lot, and it's a personal habit in its own right. But I had a friend in Atlanta that used to come over for tea every couple of weeks, and she and I really enjoyed talking about all sorts of subjects. Also, one of my best friends and I used to have these amazing philosophical discussions. So, to summarize, I like tea, I like to think (and learn) about all sorts of stuff, and I like the feeling of closeness that can be engendered by intimate conversation.
I love nature, and a walk in the park can be very therapeutic.
I enjoy helping people. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|01:40 am] |
Я популярин. Какие-то непонятные люди вдруг стали меня прибавлять в списки своих друзей. А вот интересно, кто это они все таки такие? В честь своей популярности думаю может следует написать стихи:
стихи напишу потом. Сейчас просто хочеться поваляться на диване с книжкой. А вы, что думали? с девушкой? Еще чего захотели. Давайте вы мне девушку доставите, а потом я уже с ней буду валяться на ваше удовольствие. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|11:56 pm] |
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Deep friendships are really important to me. |
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| ommm, I wish I were more mr. miyagi |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|07:13 pm] |
I find that the best things in life require patience and a certain, open concentration of mind. It is the book that spends page upon page describing the timeless quality of the ocean in all of its manifestations, or the goal-less contemplation of a bumblebee's complicated waltz, or Hemingway's constrained run-on essences, which penetrate most acutely beneath the surface of everyday meanderings and ultimately constitute some of the most meaningful elements in life. I believe that ultimately it is the ability to deeply appreciate the surrounding world that informs my own creative aspirations and feeds a sporadic but enduring sense of inner harmony and wellbeing. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 6th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
I've been reading articles on advice.eharmony.com the past couple of days. It's helping me better understand my thoughts and actions, and where I'm at right now in the grand scheme of looking for the right person with whom to share my life. It is to be hoped that I am at least moving in the right direction and not repeating past mistakes in circles upon circles of insecurity-driven bad decisions. At the least, this self-imposed break from dating -- did I happen to mention a summer-long, self-imposed break from dating? -- is a long-needed, hyphen-driven time-out .. no, there's no need for a hyphen there .. time out to sort out my strengths, weaknesses, and above all values: to really get a good sense of those critical traits that I must have in a partner, as well as the critical traits I need to fix within myself. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:00 am] |
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Today was a super lazy day, once I got home I mean. Too much mindless TV-watching. Now it's time to go to sleep and accomplish something unreal. Sweet dreams, world. |
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| simian soul blues |
[May. 31st, 2009|03:59 pm] |
Whenever shall we find a day
Of all our wishes granted, nay,
Of mountains built to our desires
And lakes amassed to quench our fires
My heart I fear is wandering still
Upon a desert plain so deeply scarred
By jumbled palm trees, concrete sheets,
Denuded violins to speak of my meanderings
Fie, do not despair, o empty marmoset
Your breast will once again be filled
With joyful nuzzlings, and graceful hands
Shall bridge the gap between our ponderings |
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| contradictions of porchlife |
[May. 31st, 2009|03:38 pm] |
Days endless evers within nights
Slip velvet covers o'er my cheeks
Benumb my soul and render sweet
Those brief denouements of the deep
Forgotten mysterious heights
I find myself becalmed in flight
And languid touch on arms and knees
Inflames the veins too flushed with heat
Devours the balance of the feast |
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| mba |
[May. 23rd, 2009|12:49 pm] |
I will be moving to Chicago in a couple of months. I got into U of C. There. Now back to Alfie. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 23rd, 2009|12:21 pm] |
Waking up at 11:30 on a weekend is progress. Sitting around on the couch watching TV at noon is not. My laptop screen keeps flickering at me; I wonder what it's trying to say. Perhaps: I don't want you anymore. In fact, computers notoriously can't maintain a relationship for more than 3 years. And I wonder what life would be like if I could. I am watching a remake of Alfie (that priceless gem of existential cinematography) and it raises some interesting questions about human nature. Jude Law actually emits flashes of Michael Caine. Impressive.
I was at the lake yesterday, reading 'I Am A Strange Loop', and perusing the ducks and geese with their assorted sets of offspring. Peaceful. It rained, but never made it through my tree cover. Genuinely pleasurable. 'I Am A Strange Loop' is a book about feedback systems and how they relate to consciousness. However, I haven't quite gotten to the good part yet. So please maintain a rapt studious gaze, indefinitely.
In the meantime, or rather just before, I did spend the last two months meandering through all the oceans of the world on a 19th century British warship. Patrick O'Brian is incredibly eloquent and a real treat to read. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 22nd, 2008|03:43 pm] |
steady light pervades the pores,
while bumblebees flicker into and out of existence,
people pass slowly, watching, waiting,
deliberating impatiently the imminent questions,
an idleness of present impelled toward knowing unknowns,
music sifts around the bumblebees,
cushioning turbulence of colorful motifs,
they fly in ovals, endlessly. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|10:56 pm] |
I'm watching Hello Pussycat. It's very amusing. And I think I've seen something very similar to it before; perhaps this is a sequel. |
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| this sounds like rap .. no it doesn't .. weird |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|12:10 am] |
I scribble lines across a page,
I write long sentences, I race
about myself in fits of pique,
of hopelessness and hope,
despair and feeling,
anguished dreaming rouses me
upon a joyless evening,
dark highlights find me on the stage
describing circles, what a cage
it is we live in, fly I say
and graze, with hollowed eyes
and fevered cheek, the bounds
of earthly scrutable mystique. |
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| pigs in heaven |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|12:04 pm] |
roses wring their tender necks
stretching toward the topaz sky,
diamonds stud those empty reaches,
pearly crescents, silver sighs;
devouring porcine porcelain eyes
carom amongst their rouge delights,
enriching earth, devouring sky,
a poignant memorable night. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 20th, 2007|12:20 am] |
some more tasty ditbits ;)
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| in memoriam ranis |
[Jun. 30th, 2007|12:35 pm] |
the frogs are chirping again
in a house on a street in a city that never sleeps
in a city that lives in turmoil in a girl that
loves the city in a boy that loves the girl
in a girl that has forgotten how it was to ride her camel
through the star-shadowed rich heated dunes of morocco
which shimmer now always in the stillness of frogs |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 29th, 2007|09:58 pm] |
We stood on the golfcourse at night. Me with tears on my eyelashes, drying. She stood in front of me, stern and judgemental. She looked at me. "I will take you back," she said. She bent down and picked a golf tee. "Take it, and don't you forget about this."
Golf tees, as one discovers, can outlast a girl. Properly cared for and kept in a dark, rarely troubled environment, such as a desk drawer, they will resurface in time, sleek, unruffled, and barely contrite. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2007|11:43 pm] |
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The snow came down in swirls and sheets and blankets to cover the air. And the boy sat and watched the snow come, and he thought that now the world looked as if it would never end, but go on and on with no trees or houses or toys left out on the road by the front lawn. The boy sat and thought about the snow, and how the big bright heavy flakes of it hovered gently beyond the window pane before settling over and over and more onto the window sill below. He thought of icecream and how it tasted different from ice, but no better. How ice was wet and clean, and sharp and cool, and how it made your lips blue but your hands red, and how you could throw it and your mother would not yell at you, well not too much, as long as it was out of the house. The boy sat quietly by the window sill, and watched the snow come and cover the world and then it was done. He could sleep now, because the night was quiet and still and the crisp cold air would preserve the magic of it until morning. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 10th, 2007|09:21 pm] |
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Hablé con Gabi hoy. |
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| a day in the life |
[Jun. 5th, 2007|09:28 pm] |
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woke up, dragged my ass to work, sat around and did stuff, read for an hour in the pretty courtyard downstairs, had coffee, was hyper, did more stuff, went home, bought a baguette, ate baguette with honey and milk, had tea w/ lemon, watched robin hood / lifted weights |
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[Jun. 1st, 2007|04:56 pm] |
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Last night I met up with Candice (yeah, it's been months I know!) and her "older sister" friend who just moved here from NYC, and we went to see Casablanca @ Screen-on-the-green in Piedmont Park. Parking was as crazy as can be expected, so I dropped them off with the blankets and Jimmy Johns subs and went god knows where to stow the car. Took me like 20 minutes to walk back, carrying a mailman bag stuffed with a 12-pack of Heineken. We only drank... for anyone wanting to hear the rest of this story, let me know, my fingers ache with the anguish of their servitude. |
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[May. 10th, 2007|11:36 pm] |
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So I had half a carton of orange tangerine juice and two bananas for dinner today. Then I did all my laundry, which took like 3 hours. Oh, and I also washed my car, that came first. I'm feeling accomplished :p |
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| my supposed accent |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|05:20 pm] |
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| girl interrupted |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|10:48 pm] |
and flowers fall
fragmented showers
delicious fractals
fragrant swirls
sharp vacuum
slips betwixt
these hours
a sightless sight
a face unfurled |
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| wilted carnival |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|02:28 pm] |
the sun shines brightly on the flowers
that stood once dewed with crystal tears,
defiant in their garden bower,
now hiding lonesome, unredeemed,
they turn away from sleek veneers,
whose mirrors flashed entangled showers
of twisted faces and of crooked jeers,
the playful souls of which encounters
are long since gone to greater dreams,
but their impressions rest attired
upon the petals here expired. |
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| Boston day 2 |
[Jan. 19th, 2007|06:52 pm] |
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Gabi y Keila me recogieron temprano en la manana y fuimos, primero, a Starbucks por supuesto. Necesitabamos sustento. Tres cafes y muffins despues, continuamos en nuestro camino a Pat's Peak, New Hampshire, donde ibamos a esquiar. Hacia frio, pero no mucho, habia sol, habia nieve, aun si artificial. |
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| chocolate #2 |
[Jan. 19th, 2007|05:45 pm] |
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dark, with roughly equivalent tones of raspberry and bitter cocoa. mm-delicious |
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| Boston, day 1 |
[Jan. 15th, 2007|02:04 pm] |
Mi viaje a Boston paso bien y difrute mucho mi tiempo ahi. Encontre a la chica que quiero y paso mucho tiempo con ella, me dando cuento de que le quiero aun mas que antes ahora que la he visto por la segunda vez.
Llegue viernes muy tarde (ella un dia antes) y la proxima manana nos encontremos en un Starbucks cerca a la casa de mi amigo. Yo me alojaba con el, y ella con una amiga suya. Yo estaba muy nervioso esta manana, porque no sabia que esperar exactamente. Habia pasado tanto tiempo que no nos habiamos visto en realidad. Habiamos hablado mucho, pero no es lo mismo exactamente. Ella me dijo despues que habia estado muy nerviosa tambien, especialmente el dia antes de nuestro encuentro.
Pero cuando llego, me dio una sonrisa y un abrazo, y despues de pedir cafe, nos sentamos para hablar. Le lleve un regalo pequeno de pendientes, y ella de the y chocolate para mi. Ella se puso los pendientes de inmediato, y no les saco toda la semana. Lo que era muy amable de su lado. Yo de mi parte comi un chocolate ;). Mmmm.
Despues de acabar nuestros cafes, fuimos a caminar un poco. Me acorde de un campo de golf que fue situado muy cerca a nosotros (lo debia que pasar en llegando) y nos fuimos ahi. Hablamos de varias cosas, de nuestra relacion, de lo que ibamos a hacer durante nuesta semana.
No caminamos mucho. Regresamos y fuimos a Whole Foods -- como se puede ver, no era un lugar muy turistico :) -- donde comimos arandanos y frambuesas, tambien que algunos chips con guacamole. Le de un flor. Una especie de margarita gerbera blanca. En un poco llamamos a nuestros amigos y nos fuimos todos a un lugar pequeno al norte de Boston, que se llama Rockport.
Eso si fue turistico, con muchas tiendas pequenas, y una vista del ocean (o quizas una bahia). Caminamos y tomamos algunas fotos. Gabi comenzo su campana de compra de regalos. Mas tarde cenamos en un restaurante, quizas el solo que quedaba abierto. La comida no fue mal. Comence a descubrir que lo que escoge Gabi es con frecuencia mejor que lo que escojo yo :).
Mas tarde, despues que regresamos a Boston, la amiga de Gabi tuvo que ir para hacer un poco de trabajo, y nosotros tres fuimos al centro a patinar. Yura y yo lo disfrutamos mucho, aun que yo no he patinado hace como un ano, mientras que a Gabi, pobrecita, no le gusto mucho, porque era como su primera vez patinando y le dolieron las piernas. Sin embargo todavia tenemos muchas fotos con sonrisas grandes :D. En todo creo que tenimos un dia bueno y pleno de actividades y impreciones nuevas. Regrese a casa esperando el proxima dia, cuando ibamos a esquiar. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 14th, 2007|01:26 pm] |
you are the sweetness of my day
the smile that takes my fears away
your hands hold mine in dear embrace
and there is sunlight in your face |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 13th, 2007|10:06 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Woburn, MA | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
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I'm still in Boston. Leshik is nuts. I'm crazy about Yummy. My legs, shoulders, arms ache due to intensive ice skating in Frog Pond yesternight. Feeling severely dehydrated, but I just shaved and so feel a good bit more human. Yesterday walked again through Cambridge, but this time the whole distance between Harvard and MIT. Took umpteen photos of the cool jigsaw/legos building with the multicolored windows. Went to the MIT Museum. Loads of cool stuff. Later that day went to oldest bar in America (est. 1795) with Yuri. Afterwards, we discussed the remarkable feat of the place having been open so long, solely based on its reputation of having been open so long. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|11:21 pm] |
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| | Boston, MA | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
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Algunas veces yo siento demasiado y mi corazon siente que va a romper. Siento tanto por ella. Tanto tanto. Espero que no sea demasiado. Espero que podre suportar esto y hacerle una buena visita. Deseo mucho que todo sea bien y que cuando parte se sienta feliz. Y que me quiera. Yo deseo a mostrarle que soy alguien con quien ella tiene placer en pasando tiempo. |
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| some gimmickry with words |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|01:55 pm] |
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I have born solitude on winter nights
and autumn evenings cold with rain
the claustrophobic summers
spring's bleak smiles
march steadily
with silent
strain
they say
that winter grimmery
and summer gales
cannot restrain a burbling spring
or autumn's splendid golden rains
or so at least I have been told
though lately it has grown too cold
to find out for myself the truth
of age-old wisdom and the wits of youth
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* Author's Note: just in case you're wondering, "it ain't me babe" ;) |
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| time |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|08:11 am] |
many have I kissed, and yet
there's been no consequence,
such luck; but I kissed time
one winter evening on a pleasant chat,
and now my lips are withered dry,
as is the morning they begat. |
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| in the dead of the mind, we light a candle to ..sloth, you guessed it |
[Oct. 27th, 2006|02:49 am] |
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the thing with winter hibernation stages is that I think I might actually like them, or why else would I get into them. Or I like getting into them; admittedly leaving can be a bit of a drag. But eventually I do get bored, get up off my lazy ass, stop eating junk food, and even do enough sit ups to get me back up to even keneven. And on that lovely high note, I am eschewing the morbidity of our cultured, but dearly departed in the form of Mozart's Requiem, in favor of an evening on the couch with Scrubs and tea and strawberry jam. mmmmm ;) toodles |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 19th, 2006|02:55 pm] |
the rolling sensuous refrains
of foggy hills and radiant dales
dispel from our too wired minds
tall haunted forests full of spires
soft memories and quiet strains
reverberating from the vales
help soothe our frazzled weary eyes
and calm disjointed thoughts ablaze
since tree-lined avenues and glassy walls
have wrapped us in a mirrored cage
it's useful sometimes to be blind
and see the fragrant swirls of rain |
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| as you can certainly tell, I am looking through my old poetry scrapbook |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|11:58 pm] |
The Magical Mystery Tour
Gently I send you to sleep,
So softly touch your hair, your lips,
And your eyes linger closed
When I kiss them good night.
As golden pearls of light grow faint,
Uncharted shadows wander through
Blue-tinted mysteries surrounding
Beams of moonlight on your face.
I take your hands in mine,
Come, rise! And with me stroll
In skies of warmly painted dreams,
Inhale the fragrant silver night.
From scented peaches, cherries red,
Caressed by slips of summer rain,
Fall silent to your naked bed,
To then, embraced in comfort, wake.
Wednesday, February 6, 2002 |
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| an oldie.. sentimentally yours :) |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|11:54 pm] |
The eyes are tired,
They roll to rest
Beneath a withering tree.
They slump,
As hands of veined dry skin,
And stretch, disguised,
Amidst the trunk roots
Gnarled entwined, about
Themselves and some odd toes
Which stick up in the empty heat,
And nothing's left, but a few bones
Among a gaunt old tree's sad feet.
Wednesday, April 16, 1997 |
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| You know what I did last weekend |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|04:24 pm] |
Friday Night-
-Beer soiree at Atlanta Brewing Company
-"The Departed", Midtown Arts
-Manhattan @ Intermezzo
-Whiskey and excessive candle melting on my front porch
-starlight promenade round the duckpond
Saturday-
-Lunch & shopping for birthday party at Little Five Points
-Coffee in Midtown
-Laser show at Stone Mountain
-Birthday party, Taverna Plaka
-Candice @ Intermezzo (yeah, she materialized randomly and quickly vanished .. oh well, why am I not surprised .. please direct all random speculation to the head office. thank you. -the management)
Sunday-
-THE OPERA, yes, in capitals, it was that good. Pagliacci and Carmina Burana. I am momentarily speechless, but will perhaps elucidate at a later time.
-Coffee and pool tournament @ Serguei's .. I lost .. not surprising, senza vino
-finally talked to Alex The Great and Gabi The Terrifying :D |
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| huh? |
[Oct. 4th, 2006|11:17 pm] |
I feel at harmony with sodden days
complete distraction in the sun
on chilly mornings filled with haze
away we go through cloudless skies
sometimes we follow silly ways
dazed fireflies with broken lights
upon occasion we erase
our thoughts with quantities of wine |
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