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i was in the country three hours ago and now i'm back on smith street and everything is atomised and weird

1 feb

i’ve got the sunshine in my hands and old bruises on my knees and it is the year of the horse. i was made to be a work horse, since it was my birth year and i’ve never known how to do things softly

what you want is to tuck a hand behind your back politely, always use your manners, ask thieves and thugs and baddies why they do what they do instead of screaming, use logic and reason because it’s the only way men know to argue. then you want to tear a hole in the world. don’t lie on beds to wait. put your fist through someone’s soul. do it in a calm and unemotional way

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checking in not because i've got tickets on myself but because the year of the horse is being good to me and i've been feeding the horse by working hard and long at things i like. i have not yet torn a hole in the world though. some things take a long time

what is the name for the phenomenon where you've never heard the word "kalashnikov" before, and then you read it in a bbc news script (gunman at jewish museum in brussels) and a didion novel (a book of common prayer, gerardo taking charlotte to progreso, carmen shooting up the crates of cholera vaccine so they shattered and ran onto the streets), in a matter of days

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detail, beth. zoe strauss

a thing that's cool to me but probably not to anyone else is that i'd put this particular brand of saccharin in my coarsegold story. whcih is now finished, at 7,900 words, which is a dumb length for a story. anyway i didn't know if i'd made it up but i felt like i'd seen it in the states one time, though i don't take sugar in my coffee, i have a habit of rearranging things like sugar sachets and pocketing things like that as souvenirs and using them as bookmarks or whatever. anyway today i finally googled it and it turns out it is a real brand. and the packaging is exactly how i wanted it to look. then i remembered where i first picked up one of these packets. it was in florida in january 2006 at a diner, very late at night, at the bottom of a hotel

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i;m going to see bobby z with papa at the palais in august! yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhhhhh

morning reading courtesy @bellyachers , coffee from the moat (at The Wheeler Centre for Books, Writing and Ideas)

- i heard you on the radio - i saw you from across the room (he meant from the stage, their heads were bowed together but they were still shouting, it was too close a thing to happen in that crowded throbbing place)

/ on the weekend mohammed said “just because you hear it, doesn’t mean it’s yours to take and use” and i’ve been thinking about that, you can turn it two ways, carrie says “magpie brain”, i reckon people don’t remember much of what they say, i reckon once you’ve said it or written it, you’ve sort of relinquished it, i’m not talking about traumatic things or deeply personal things or large-scale confessions but most everything else, yea, i reckon it’s fair game, that’s what laura and i said tonight, haltingly first then with more conviction; i said, pedro used to hate it when he saw lines of his text messages in things i wrote but i don’t know if he’d even recognise them now, anyway, i thought he’d be one to understand, he reckons he made up everything, maybe i don’t make up much

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oh gosh i love this

hogpig

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honey he really fuck up. zoe strauss

i really love zoe strauss' work and it's been really important to me the last six months or so. also tobias zielony. those two fit together and i can't get enough of them. every time it's something new

I didn’t want to move the way everyone would at the dance, that bored shuffle, the restrained bumping of hips. I could hold Ray’s hands anytime. I wanted to dance the way Delaney and I did in her room. Legs set wide, the music throbbing all the day through to our heels, which would twitch and stamp, and our wrists flicking like the belly dancers we’d seen in the movies. Sometimes we’d press our stomachs together like one of us was a guy, and I’d feel our hipbones knock. We made our hands soft and hard, like witch hands in cartoons. Delaney's mom had been a dancer before the kids. She used to watch us and smoke and say airy armpits, girls. You gotta have air under your armpits. That’s what makes it look graceful. Once she showed us what she meant. I never forgot it. She was drunk and the colour was high in her cheeks. Her body looked like a dancer’s. She tossed her head. Her ribcage swelled and jerked. The way her hips moved made it look like she was fucking the air. Delaney and me weren’t even embarrassed, since she didn’t look like anyone’s mom anymore

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"truisms" jenny holzer

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this is still everything

#smog #wicked man #music #audio post

i hAte bra shopping because i only ever want what is essentially a length of black lace with no wire, no sparky things, no ribbons and no dangly bits. and i don’t want to pay $80 for a sexier version of the bonds faux-bra crop tops i wore when i was thirteen

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i asked this last night but idk if people go that far back in their feed - what is in your bag right now?

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A pair of socks, a t-shirt, sunblock, a stick of cork grease, deodorant, my phone charger, a condom, the copy of The Children’s Bach that acqua—profonda lent me, a...

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hey boy hey boy!!! i have my diary, my purse, my coin purse, my small notebook, a hairbrush, my big notes book (idk i've got two on the go at the moment and it's hectic), my artist pass~ from the conference yesterday (lol), a pack of mentos, my keys, bra i took off the other night when i was out and forgot about, hand sanitiser (sweat pea-scented), a copy of joan didion's 'a book of common prayer', and of michael mohammed ahmad's "the tribe", half a pack of maxolon, work pass, wheeler centre pass, petrol voucher, an apple. sCINTILLATING

home desk saw exactly 0 hours of work this week; quietly became a forest in my absence

#desk #desk blog 2k14

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