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mar 24 2025 + ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He's obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked details, The clear blue skies cut by black smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: the one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, how people don't. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can't help it, I love the way men love. ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── jun 17 2022 ∞
dec 8 2023 + ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── " See the tree shadows lie in black the pools in the lawns, You're the breeze in my Austin nights " ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── sep 14 2022 ∞
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mar 24 2025 + ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── "For millennia, nearly all indigenous people who tattooed practiced shamanism, the oldest human spiritual religion. Death was the first teacher, the boundary beyond which life ended and wonder began. Shamanistic religion was nurtured by mystery and magic, but it was also born of the hunt and of the harvest and from the need on the part of humans to rationalize the fact that they had to kill that which they most revered: plants, animals, and sometimes other men who competed for resources or whose souls provided magical benefits." - Lars Krutak, Shamanic Skin: The Art Of Magical Tattoos ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── jul 15 2022 ∞
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mar 24 2025 + ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── French vanilla i think i should sit this one out (No, no, no) Maybe a cup of self control Would be the route But it's the flavour It's the flavour you want Maybe so, But it feels better to check than to reflect. ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── jul 16 2022 ∞
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dec 29 2023 + ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum. But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual. ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── jun 17 2022 ∞
dec 8 2023 + ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── Your eyes used to reflect the flames, now only the light from a table lamp emanates from them... Now when something goes past you, you feel uncomfortable, It was a new day, and you weren't in it. Your eyes used to reflect the night, But now when it's night outside - your eyes are sleeping. And now when the sunrises you haven't noticed the new day has begun You are still in the past - and there are no obstacles for you. ─────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────── jul 16 2022 ∞
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