I'll Show You The Life Of The Mind

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Instead of saying "cool story bro" try these out:

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 11:52:58 -0400

itsjustdaphne:

endangeredgenus:

1) Fascinating Discourse Chum
2) Riveting Fable Comrade
3) Intriguing Anecdote Brethren
4) Perpetuating Argument Colleague
5) Sweet Saga Yo
6) Waste of Time Jerk
7) Spellbinding Reiteration There My Chumly Companion
8) Phantasmagorical Novelization Oh Great One
9) Interesting Intellect Imbecile
10) Trepidating Boar Fetus
11) Ballin’ Gossip dawg!

omg

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bohemea: “Dollhouse Dilemma” by Aaron Jasinski

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:04:28 -0500

bohemea:

“Dollhouse Dilemma” by Aaron Jasinski

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"We out in nature dawg, ain't no need to use dictionary words like 'beverage.' "

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:51:10 -0500

baby’s first GIF!!! so proud.

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baby’s first GIF!!!

so proud.

a list of things that make me wonder.

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 01:22:00 -0500

Listening to soft music

foggy windows

a hundred frogs croaking in unison on a warm, wet, night

an orange tinted moon

mud- softened by light rain

dappled sunlight

warm bathwater

freshly cleaned bed sheets

sage- while it’s growing, not when it has been cut for burning

a cat who has let his tongue loll out of his mouth

candle light

bells ringing

lichen

sea glass

a small waterfall

a small, deep pool surrounded by fine sand

white puffy clouds that look like wool stuffing

afternoon mountains

human footprints

footprints of any kind

chanting

the sound of a fire

the night of a holiday, when one can hear people talking loudly and yelling in the distance

voices in unison

a ripe white nectarine

silk and steel guitar strings

accordian keys

an old vinyl record

the softness of animal fur

the reflections of street lights on wet pavement

water beads on glass or leaves

an old person who is smiling

a large quantity of small objects

fish scales catching light of any kind

marbles

delicate hands

unblemished skin

a baby chick who tries to venture away from its mother

a cat sneeze

the moment it begins to rain

watching an egret catch a mouse and eat it

the mood swing of a child

the smell of walnut oil

tomatoes

hand made paper

white birch trees

a camel running

a penguin walking

ice water in an ornate glass cup

hand sewn garments of any kind

red hair

freckles

wooden jewelry

bare feet

unshaven armpits

building a cobb structure

watching steam rise from a hand made ceramic mug

polaroid transfer

a chinese kite

pebbled beaches

thick fog

the relief of sitting after walking for miles

mosquito netted beds

tatami mats

a chinese fan

a long dress woven of bamboo fiber worn in the peak of summer

swimming naked in a lake

or ocean

sifting through sand with only one’s fingers

old mother of pearl buttons

flared pants made of cashmere

coconut water

a compliment from a stranger

complimenting a stranger

an unexpected touch from a stranger

talking a long walk by moonlight

a strong breeze at sunrise

shafts of sunlight

redwood trees

small white flowers in a great number

canoeing

nudity

long wavy hair

green eyes

the scent of a street full of woodburning fireplaces

polished stones

fossils

brightly colored insects

paper mache

origami

sketches

photographic prints

and

sheer sleeves.

themichiganscene: julyflower:She’s Not There by The Zombies

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 20:09:26 -0500

themichiganscene:

julyflower:She’s Not There by The Zombies

Self Portrait

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 15:38:06 -0500

Self Portrait

Journal # 6 Billion and Eight

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reflections
head lights
on an oily street
beads of rain
streaked silver
gelatin
emulsified waste strewn
haphazard
like thoughts of those
who have
not.

numbered buildings
a timeline of progress
moments
slipping
past
through gaps
in fingers

the touch
the kiss
the subtle caress
missed

listen
for slight
inflections of speech
soft sputters
simple words uttered
in desperation

from eyes looking
sideways
trapped
in a limbo volley
calling
for acceptance
falling
downcast.
bound to laws
not of a universe
but of a single entity
frenetic
screeching
sounds erupting unconsciously
unaware
of one’s own greatness
self imposing vanity
symbiotic by nature
earnestly,
“you can rely on me.”

leading lines
dependence on time
fabrications construct our reality
as we
perceive
absorb
synthesize
arrive at conclusions
weave illusions
allude
to something greater
but never
quite accept.

reject,
instead,
instinct- pre programmed
by our need for sanity
control
power
destruction
from one touch- i can move mountains
love is the fountain of youth
a well of gratitude
a healing power.

witness witchcraft
infatuation
obsession with acceptance keep
intimate words
trapped
between pillows
blankets wrapping sentiments
like ethereal presents
box it up
organize expressions in catalogue.
each monologue a speech
fit
for the ears
of sentient queens.
all speech treasured
buried with maps
guiding lofty travelers
who seek
truth.
they may find it inside souls unabashed
not leasing life these are the owners of actualization
real estate.

dictating what fate will bring,
will carry
in open arms
forgiving
nurturing
faith
- in some universal goodness
inherent
uncorrupted
pure like freshly melted glaciar
clear,
like recently watered skies.

see:
with eyes unclouded by disease
of mind
of men
distant or near:
the taste of fear lingers,
palpable.

looming shadows cast
by our monuments
darken doorways
drench sunlight
and extinguish
fires
meticulously tended by
lovers
live-ers
good do-ers
of deeds behooving all who
breathe
air fresh or putrified flesh-
we need it all.
there is no part that can be removed.
surgical precision cannot replace synergy forged

slowly

painfully

through the death

of countless cells
countless stars
count less
on careful planning

smother thoughts

and

FEEL.

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dystopiabella: Dalton Flint

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 17:37:54 -0500

dystopiabella:

Dalton Flint

mi-figues

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 17:37:03 -0500

mi-figues

What happens when we are having a 'Facebook Chat' and you stop responding

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 15:07:00 -0500

D; k, I will bring it over

me: then we should play that game where we all conspire to make a joke that isn’t really funny and then laugh at it and see if he laughs and then if he does ridicule him until he cries

D: oh no

he’s too cute

me: hahah

D: we cant make him cry

me: all the more reason

in my book

theres nothing thats more of a turn on than a cute defenseless crying creature

am i right?

ladies??

cougars?

pedophiles?

pedocougs?

pedocladies?

(not a greek philosopher)

landlessness: Etta James—I’d Rather Go Blind Miss you already.

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 12:46:53 -0500

landlessness:

Etta James—I’d Rather Go Blind

Miss you already.

gaksdesigns: Glowing Silhouettes Made of Thousands of Sun...

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 12:45:10 -0500

gaksdesigns:

Glowing Silhouettes Made of Thousands of Sun Streaming Pinholes. “Bucklow begins by projecting the shadow of his sitter on a large sheet of aluminum foil and tracing its outline. He then makes about twenty thousand small pinholes in the foil silhouette (one for each day of the average human lifespan). Using a contraption of his own device that places the foil over a large sheet of photographic paper, Bucklow wheels his homemade ‘camera’ out into daylight and pulls the ‘shutter’ to briefly expose the paper to direct sunlight. Thus each finished picture becomes a kind of photogram silhouette composed of thousands of pinhole photographs of the sun. The intensity of light on a given day and the length of exposure create unique color variations on how the resulting piece appears.” Christopher Bucklow