Tag: uhhhmazing art

work in progress.

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“a work in progress quickly becomes feral. it reverts to a wild state overnight . . . it is a lion growing in strength. you must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. if you skip a day, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room. you enter its room with bravura, holding a chair at the thing and shouting, ‘simba!’” 

– annie dillard, on things getting out of control

old school love.


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“the other night, ben and i were sleeping, both facing away from each other. at the very same second, we each started to roll over, extending our outer arms to spoon each other, and in the process high fived.

that’s right.
we sleep high fived.

we both woke up
and laughed for half a second,
and then went back to sleep.

sleep high five.
think about it.”

– rachel pfeffer

block party.


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“this corner right here,
nobody puts baby there.”
good! more room for me.

fell into the gap.



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life is surreal right now.
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currently, i do not have a job
nor am i looking for a job
(both, by choice).
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them:..you crazy?
me:..maybe a little?
them:..oh shit, she crazy.
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basically, for the next two months,
i’ve decided to pull a quarter life reset,
live off 3.5 years of day job savings
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& choose my own adventure.
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like always, any & all
i’m okay / you’re okay
wisdom / nota benes
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W…E…L…C…O…M…E….
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ps – a very big thank you to the 14th street apple store for supplying such fast, reliable, and totally free internet to mild mannered hoardes of midwestern moms, european dads, your best friend’s cousin . . . and me.  this post could not have been drafted without you.  additionally, an even bigger no thank you to time warner for cutting major east village cables and indefinitely slowing all of 7th street to something straight out of my abby728 at aol dot com dial-up daze.

real simple.


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“by fourth grade i was allowed to come home after school alone. it taught me a lot about keeping track of my keys and how to listen for the sound of my mom’s car in the driveway so i wouldn’t be caught with food in the living room.”

– on working moms

for the record.


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i’m having
a terrible,
horrible,
no good,
very bad
monday.
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h…e…l…p……w…a…n…t…e…d….

that’s correct.


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paul newman once attributed
his and woodward’s lasting union to
“correct amounts of lust and respect.”

what a man
what a man
what a mighty good man.

real world.


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this is what happens
when street performers
stop being polite
& start getting replaced
by really large animals.

who knows.


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i might roll out big
or i might sneak out here small.
it’s outta my hands.

at once.


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“when i look at my life and its secret colors, i feel like bursting into tears. like that sky, it’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. you know, i think of the lips i’ve kissed, and of the wretched child i was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. i’m all those things at once. i’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—i can’t say it.”

a happy death
albert camus

who me?


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how am i doing?
throwing upper cuts & stuff.
how are you doing?