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[18 Jul 2008|03:44pm] |
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
from "In the Gold Room" by Oscar Wilde.
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3 there .♥.live
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| Hundred Secret Senses; Amy Tan |
[18 Jul 2008|09:12pm] |
"Memory, seeing, hearing, feeling, all come together, then you know something true in your heart"
"Hundred Secret Senses"
Amy Tan
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live
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| In a single word... |
[19 Jul 2008|01:22am] |
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2 there .♥.live
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| Love Sonnet XI |
[18 Jul 2008|08:21pm] |
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair,
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
- Pablo Neruda
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3 there .♥.live
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| from After A While - Veronica Shofstall |
[18 Jul 2008|11:17am] |
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
With every good bye you learn.
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8 there .♥.live
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| the time traveler's wife ; audrey niffenegger |
[17 Jul 2008|11:15pm] |
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The museum was dark, cold and old, and this heightened the sense of suspension, of time and death brought to a halt inside its walls.
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5 there .♥.live
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| Can't help myself... |
[17 Jul 2008|11:07pm] |
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The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
-Wicked, Gregory Maguire
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1 there .♥.live
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| thing of beauty ; stephen fried |
[17 Jul 2008|05:53pm] |
So she and the nurse talked about turning tricks. They talked about junkie life: the shooting galleries, the filth, the sprawled-out bodies. They talked about different types of heroin and how many bags the young woman usually shot.
"You married? D'ya have any kids?" the patient later asked, trying to turn the conversation away from herself.
The nurse explained that she had a beautiful little daughter--so beautiful, in fact, that one day they were walking through one of the casinos in Atlantic City and a photographer asked if he could take the little girl's picture. The shot appeared on the cover of a casino magazine. After that, the nurse explained, she began driving her six-year-old to New York on weekends to auditions for modeling jobs. It had been very exciting for both of them, but the daughter got few jobs and the travel expenses had piled up. After a year, they had stopped going to auditions altogether. But her daughter was begging her to resume the trips.
"Don't do it," the patient said. "Even if she wants it, don't let her do it. I used to be a model. You don't want your kid to be a model."
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1 there .♥.live
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| jhumpa lahiri-- the namesake |
[17 Jul 2008|04:50pm] |
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Though no longer pregnant, she continues, at times, to mix Rice Krispies and peanuts and onions in a bowl. For being a foreigner, Ashima is beginning to realize, is a sort of lifelong pregnancy-- a perpetual wait, a constant burden, a continuous feeling out of sorts. It is an ongoing responsibility, a parenthesis in what had once been ordinary life, only to discover that that previous life has vanished, replaced by something more complicated and demanding. Like pregnancy, being a foreigner, Ashima believes, is something that elicits the same curiosity from strangers, the same combination of pity and respect.
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2 there .♥.live
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[17 Jul 2008|07:10pm] |
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"The real thing about evil," said the Witch at the doorway, "isn't any of what you said. You figure out one side of it-the human side, say-and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. It's like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well no one can ever tell, for as soon as you break the shell to see, the dragon is no longer in its shell. The real disaster of this inquiry is that it is the nature of evil to be secret."
Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven, so you may always belong there, bounded by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.
-Both from "Wicked" The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire
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8 there .♥.live
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| Eragon by Christopher Paolini |
[17 Jul 2008|06:25pm] |
"My mind is the one sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts. You have asked for the one thing I cannot give, least of all to those two." He gestured at the Twins. "Do with me what you will, but know this: death will take me before I'll expose myself to their probing."
[[I found this quote extremely quotable for the mere fact that I kept thinking of John Proctor from the Crucible by Arthur Miller. The whole "Because it is my name!" speech really got to me as did this.]]
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5 there .♥.live
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| the dream |
[17 Jul 2008|03:29pm] |
okay.
here's last night's dream.
it started out like a star wars movie.
with darth vader wanting to blow up our planet.
and he does.
and we're floating in space, maintaining the ability to breathe, somehow
and i notice that the control panels are on the outside, for some reason.
so i pick up a laser gun
and start shooting at the control panel.
and other people join in.
and we blow that bitch up.
and then our landmass thingy starts to "sink" or whatever
and we all prayed really hard
and these people came and saved us.
so we're on their planet,
and some more of darth vader's minions are there.
and we're out of laser guns.
freaking out.
and these black bunnies come out of nowhere
with laser guns
and kill all the bad guys.
then it gets to be more like a mystery novel.
this one guy is murdered.
and we're trying to figure out who did it.
and i think it's this one guy because i saw him slip something into the other guy's drink.
and we eventually figure out it was the military framing him.
so we're taking cover behind some wood
with bill cosby [weird.]
and they're coming for us.
and my dad WAKES ME UP.
gah.
the end.
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| Lamb |
[17 Jul 2008|03:40pm] |
"Let my people go," said Joshua, as Moses.
"Okay."
"You can't just say, 'Okay.'"
"I can't?"
"No, the Lord has hardened your heart against my demands."
"Why'd he do that?"
"I don't know, he just did. Now, let my people go."
"Nope." I crossed my arms and turned away like someone whose heart is hardened.
"Behold as I turn this stick into a snake. Now, let my people go!"
"Okay."
"You can't just say 'okay'!"
"Why? That was a pretty good trick with the stick."
"But that's not how it goes."
"Okay. No way, Moses, your people have to stay."
Joshua waved his staff in my face. "Behold, I will plague you with frogs. They will fill your house and your bedchamber and get on your stuff."
"So?"
"So that's bad. Let my people go, Pharaoh."
"I sorta like frogs."
"Dead frogs," Moses threatened. "Piles of steaming, stinking dead frogs."
"Oh, in that case, you'd better take your people and go. I have some sphinxes and stuff to build anyway."
"Dammit, Biff, that's not how it goes! I have more plagues for you."
"I want to be Moses."
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"I have the stick."
"Oh."
Lamb, The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore
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15 there .♥.live
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| The Quest for Shakespeare: The Bard of Avon and the Church of Rome - Joseph Pearce |
[17 Jul 2008|02:20pm] |
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"Shakespeare is perhaps the greatest writer who ever lived. He is certainly one of only three writers to whom such a claim can be made with any credibility. The others are Homer and Dante."
hmmm?!
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9 there .♥.live
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| "the restaurant at the end of the universe" |
[17 Jul 2008|02:02am] |
there is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly dissapear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
there is another which states that this has already happened.
d.adams
"the restaurant at the end of the universe"
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6 there .♥.live
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| the virgin suicides |
[17 Jul 2008|12:49am] |
dominic palazzo didn't join in conversations about baseball or busing, because he could speak only a few words of English, but now and then he would tilt his head back so that his sunglasses reflected sky, and would say,"I love her."
-the virgin suicides, j.eugenides
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4 there .♥.live
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| The Rose Bride: A Retelling of The white bride and the black bride by Nancy Holder |
[16 Jul 2008|08:28pm] |
"She was dashed. Bleating, she turned and headed towards the stairs, her hooves making a terrible noise. Jean-Marc rose and called, 'Wait! Stop!' but she couldn't. Human free will was not in command of her; her deer self knew she had to get out.
Danger.
For there is no greater danger to a human being than the breaking of one's heart."
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live
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| The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao |
[16 Jul 2008|10:29pm] |
...Sucks to be left ouf of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years. It would have been one thing if like some of the nerdboys I'd grown up with he hadn't cared about girls, but alas he was still the passionate enamorao who fell in love easily and deeply. He had secret loves all over town, the kind of curly-haired big-bodied girls who wouldn't have said boo to a loser like him but about whom he could not stop dreaming. His affection - that gravitational mass of love, fear, longing, desire, and lust that he directed at any and every girl in the vicinity without regard to looks, age, or availability - broke his heart each and every day.
-Junot Dìaz
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3 there .♥.live
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| The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson |
[16 Jul 2008|10:46pm] |
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Spike came forward and put her arms around me. ‘One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find.’
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6 there .♥.live
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[16 Jul 2008|07:45pm] |
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 like woah! |
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some of jon's entries have got me thinking.
and by some, i mean one.
you know the one i'm talking about.
i honestly am not looking for a relationship.
isn't that awesome?!
it would be cool to have a boyfriend or whatever,
but right now,
i'm hella occupied with much more life-changing shit.
and this is a really liberating thing for me.
the 'okay with singularity' thing, not the 'oh shit. what am i doing with my life' thing.
yea.
in other news
i have a blister/bloody thing on my thumb.
the right one.
which means playing clarinet would be painful.
and yes, i could put a bandaid on it.
and no, i haven't practiced much at all this summer,
which will probably fuck me over in auditions for wind symphony
but i'm still not sure if my major is right for me
and my brain is all
practice? it's summer!
from the high school years.
so, quite frankly, i blame this all on the public school system
and batting cages.
because i'm american, damn it.
and that's what we do.
even though we don't fund schools.
and don't use the batting cages.
which are pretty freaking cheap themselves.
to use, that is.
scattered thoughts!
hacked-up sentences!
caution signs?
you're now leaving my brain.
have a nice day!
p.s. i love all of you like WOAH. like. woah.
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