Archive for August, 2007
arced possessive
An apostrophe becomes frustrated in its loosely bent body. it breaks free from anonymous page and assaults anonymous man by splitting open protective skull and deepening itself into a sloped brain (which could have been a more productive member of the entirety of one’s bodied membership). after three seconds of assault it is dislodged because, [...]
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if it is always necessary to live in the moment, what does one do if there is no moment in which to exist? i am declaring my hostility towards idealists in this moment. you must bring transcendentalism to me not watch as i embark on many hopeless attempts to create it for myself…fucking peasants!
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i never agreed upon a moment when i decided all things historical would exist in the past.
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a man named Noah Webster sat down one day over two hundred years ago and wrote the English language. because he was so impressive he compiled it in a huge book called the English language dictionary. before Webster was bold enough to create a language he and his fellow language-less friends only communicated with grunts and [...]
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i never read waiting for godot even though it was required of me in college english class. i was afraid it would overpower me with repetitive obsessive thoughts or it would leave me with an undeniable empty feeling. both outcomes would result in binge eating.
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more accurately
Absurdism is a philosophy stating that the efforts of humanity to find meaning in the universe will ultimately fail (and, hence, are absurd) because no such meaning exists, at least in relation to humanity. The word Absurd in this context does not mean “logically impossible”, but rather “humanly impossible”.
source: wikipedia.org
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the braille alphabet
the braille alphabet is not only used by the blind to read but it is also a terrestrial map a child’s imagination uses to escape large pools of lava.
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something from ee cummings
here’s a poem by poet ee cummings. It’s a challenging epic full of surprises and delicate whips of the tongue:
1(a… (a leaf falls on loneliness)
1(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
–ee cummings
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