April 2012
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March 2012
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“I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I...”
– Adrienne Rich, from “Diving into the Wreck” (via mitologiasvivas)
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you wear me out, you know you fill me with rage
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What does it mean when there are cops a street or two over yelling the following through their vehicle’s speaker system:
CLOSE YOUR WINDOWS
STAY MOVE TO THE MOST INNER PART OF YOUR HOME
STAY IN YOUR APARTMENT
And then just STOP. There were a few funny sirens and then NOTHING.
What is happening.
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I don’t know if I can wait much longer for the tide to come back to me
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Friend: On a scale of 1 to 10, how obsessed are you with Harry Potter.
Me: Nine and three quarters
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
Me:
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The Hunger Games (the novel which I am now rereading after seeing the film) got me thinking: They waited SEVENTY-FOUR YEARS for someone to take a stand against unbelievable cruelty. Now our situation isn’t exactly watching teenagers murder each other to set us in our place, but don’t you think we’ve waited long enough for someone to take a stand for OUR rights as humans?...
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I have athro/art/history lecture at 11:45 (I don’t know what to shorten that class’ name to. It’s called An Anthropological View of Art of the Americas. So.) and then writing writing writing all afternoon. It’s gotta happen. Beer me an imagination. God, I’ve been watching too many reruns of The Office.
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