May 2012
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April 2012
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Happy.
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
– Margaret Atwood
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I had a really lovely night. Just dancing and sweating and walking and a teensy bit of smoking and a big lot of smiling.
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I’m not saying I’ve succeeded yet, but I’ve got one journal down, a bit less than an hour before sunrise, and six and a half before I need to print these pages out.
I love mornings. I love hearing the birds awake when everyone is sleeping. I love walking around bundled and mummified with a magic cigarette. I love the field outside my building when it is so full of water that...
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What if getting laid meant giving someone literal desserts? I just want to live in a world where booty call is cake call.
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Why would we go to war on women? They don’t have any oil.
– Stephen Colbert
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I’m struggling with not having my books with me at school. Rainy days make it worse. I just want to reread Camus and snuggle with my tea mug, goddamnpissshit. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, you don’t realize what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone, etc.
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You write so that the life you have around you, and outside, far from the sheet...
– Michel Foucault, from an interview with Claude Bonnefoy, 1969
The pleasure of living and the pleasure of the orgasm are identical. Extreme...
– Wilhelm Reich, The Function of the Orgasm
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I’ve had a voice off and on for three days. My weekend was glorious, but tree pollen, little sleep, and malt liquor ran me a bit ragged.
Today I read Marx’s Concept of Man in the sun and got grass patterns on my thighs. My shoulders are pink. I climbed a V1 today after only two test runs and felt my body remember ability. I realized how taxing being in love with someone I can’t...
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