kumo9's Xanga

gut symmetries

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 06:38:37 GMT

Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars.

I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. But how else to live, vertical that I am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. — suzywire

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 18:03:38 GMT

"A multitude of small delights constitutes happiness."
- Charles Baudelaire

quotidian quotation

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 20:03:34 GMT

me: there are things much bigger than we are in this life, in this world...

g: i think we have to realize that we're made up of many many tiny things, too.

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g: i never wrote for an audience, i wrote knowing that i had one.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 07:08:34 GMT

no matter how old we are, how wise we think we've become, we're just children playing the part as adults.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:43:09 GMT

be still my heart.

closing time...

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 08:49:41 GMT

every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

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don't forget me.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 07:29:58 GMT

E ku'u hoaaloha, a hui hou, mahalo nui loa!
E pili mau na pomaika I me'oe.

together

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 17:30:29 GMT

{}-astor piazzolla- tango apasionado

i still believe

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:09:50 GMT

{} - detektiv bryan - nattoppet

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 23:29:02 GMT

Se não tivesse o amor
Se não tivesse essa dor
E se não tivesse o sofrer
E se não tivesse o chorar
Melhor era tudo se acabar
Melhor era tudo se acabar

Eu amei, amei demais
O que eu sofri por causa do amor
Ninguém sofreu
Eu chorei, perdi a paz
Mas o que eu sei
É que ninguém nunca teve mais
Mais do que eu

—p.m.