| Thursday, April 28, 2005 |
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| Nonlinearish |
| posted @ 23:31:00 MDT by bryn |
Someone said to me today "wow, that was pretty random" about something that happened while we were talking.
There is no such thing as "random". If anything truly random ever happened the universe as we know it would cease to exist. Randomness is simply ignorance, intolerance, or imperception of prexisting state and true nature. |
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| Figurative Saturation |
| posted @ 01:41:00 MDT by bryn |
Lies do not need to pass lips to be true to themselves.
When it's raining, all of the feelings that no one catches by fault or intent settle into the lowest places like dirty water in the street. |
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| Sunday, April 24, 2005 |
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| Absolution Notwithstanding |
| posted @ 02:31:00 MDT by bryn |
| Yup: I'm a huge ass. |
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| Saturday, April 9, 2005 |
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| 9Flats |
| posted @ 02:49:00 MDT by bryn |
| The adhesive forgiving nature of want is a losers salad of thought and that's how I found myself staring up at the tree. There's a passion that can't be satisfied by headphones, a chest thumping presence formed of the very air: Maximum saturation, waves brought on by shaking the world as best as one can without, you know, harm. The caress of a harmonic distortion, your favorite song washing over you... literally. Remember that time: Laying on your bed with something blasting that stole the moment. Not once, not twice, but as many times as it took. The chords grabbed the neck and never let go and though the moment has passed you can see the shine of another similar familiar. |
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| Friday, April 8, 2005 |
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| Lonely Fear of Being Known |
| posted @ 00:21:00 MDT by bryn |
| Twisting in my given skin, borrowed of all, the unchallenged accuracy of barbs sprung of knowing what is behind the closing walls of screaming acumen. The reflection, once silvered mirror, is only smokey shadow in a dark window with night behind. It wants off and on both, a flickering cold fade in shades of sick green. |
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| Wednesday, April 6, 2005 |
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| I'm a Goat Farmer |
| posted @ 23:19:00 MDT by bryn |
| I had a dream I was a Goat Farmer. No, I literally farmed goats. I had rows of goat bulbs planted and they sprouted. Imagine the noise in the back forty with all those heads sticking up out of the soil. |
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| Linky linky linky |
| posted @ 23:04:00 MDT by bryn |
| The Links page lives. I hadn't looked at that code in ages. It doesn't suck nearly as bad as I thought it did from memory. I like when that happens. =) |
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