Silence Leaves Room For Sound

~ Tuesday, May 29 ~
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~ Monday, May 28 ~
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You’re Kidding YOURSELF

It is as if.

It is as if.

It is as if.

It is as if.

Things do not exist

Until they are

Booked.

Documented.    Captured.   Categorized.    Collected.    Cataloged.    Typed.   Broadcasted.  Shared.  Advertised.   Separated.   Portioned.    Bargained.    Shopped.     Sought.  Agreed.   Property.   Royalty.   Novelty.   Royalty.   Royalty.   Succeed  Recognized.   Supervised.   Notified.   Liked.    Acknowledged.    Defined.    Refined. Edited. Revised.   On line.   In line.   Connected.  Permanent.   Inter webbed.   Webbed to…. webbed to..  webbed to..

  Sticking.   Stinking.   Rotting.   Melting.   Acid.   Septic.  Much like. 

Stuck.

Tied

Down.

Constrict.

Restrict.

Jailed.

Trapped.

Stoic.

Stopped.

Ceasing.

Deceased.

Dead.

Done. 

Senseless

Sour.

Soulesss.

Not…

Real.  


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JJJJOAN

My mother had never seen Joan Armatrading.

She wobbled in her night gown. Slurring. Hair frizzing at the ends in the summer humidity now lurking in the corners of our old  home cloaked by  suburbia. She wobbled, cutting the onion on the now molding wooden cutting board. Cutting. Wobbling.  ”Back when i was a teenager, I used to listen to Joan in my room on record.  I  just listened. I never saw. We didn’t have music viedos or any of that crap. The media is bullshit, just trying to distract you. And look at you all! its all damn working! No i’ve never seen Joan Armatrading until tonight. i didnt need to. I just listened.

Wobbling. Cutting. Suburbia. 


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scurry. scurry little bug. your momma misses you. almost home 


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Perhaps I wasn’t going crazy after all. Perhaps I was just becoming a writer.
Janette RallisonJust One Wish (via 4mbivalent)

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mcgoats:

oh my god

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~ Sunday, May 27 ~
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My car :) 

My car :) 


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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.
Sylvia PlathThe Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via 4mbivalent)

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