Life Like Weeds
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
“Do you fall in love often?”
“Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”
- Jeanette Winterston
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
every beat will be for you
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
this is a big world, that was a small town
If, by the time you get here, the telephone
is dangling from its carriage
and emptying itself into the room, it is
because I have gone outside to repair
the night through a colander of stars
- Jeramy Dodds
Saturday, April 9, 2011
I once had a conversation with my typing teacher about eternal life. He wanted me to define specifically what it was about the world that I wanted to experience. Smoking, drinking, writhing on a dance floor to the Rolling Stones? Not exactly, I told him, although I did think highly of Exile on Mainstreet. Then what, he kept asking me. Crime, drugs, promiscuity? No, I said, that wasn't it either. I couldn't put my finger on it. I ended up saying stupid stuff like, I just want to be myself, I just want to do things without wondering if they're a sin or not. I want to be free. I want to know what it's like to be forgiven by another human being (I was stoned obviously) and not have to wait around all my life anxiously wondering if I'm am okay person or not and having to die to find out.
- a complicated kindness