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“maybe OWS is something like that awakening that is between sleep and consciousness. We are emerging from slumber but are disoriented, stupored, caught between the dream logic of capitalism and the newly forming world”

'Alex,' as quoted by Michael Taussig in Occupy: Three Inquiries in Disobedience

#ows #occupy

The future states that there is no time other than the collapsation of that sensation of the mirror of the memories in which we are living. Common knowledge but important nonetheless.

Reggie Watts

#reggiewatts

some last venus retrograde wisdom

Here We Go Magic - Alone but Moving

"It's easier to witness / a crowd from up above / that's a movement of labor / that's a labor of love"

#Herewegomagic #venusretrograde

"Immersed in what some call 'consensus reality,' one's very sanity comes into question for believing the principles of interbeing. We are permitted to entertain them as a kind of spiritual philosophy, but when we start making choices from them, when we start living them even ten percent, people begin to question our sanity"

Charles Eisenstein

#charleseisenstein

“I always thought that life is so fishy. Like if you notice, there are these correlations, and you’re like, ‘What the fuck is going on?’ It’s almost like someone occasionally peeking their head out and going *wink*"

-Reggie Watts

#reggiewatts #synchronicity

truuuuuuuue. but i like it

'i got a love that keeps me waiting'

black eyed keys - lonely boy

fthrsn - my new friend

be my new friend!

lets make myths

#fthrsn #mythicalmusic

late night in january, 90% head high, but also feel a root buzz.

oceans deep and i sea deep into it see i roam with skis sometimes times seem like seeds and streams dunno how to speak, dunno how to ski swimming like a child taking lessons and having to serve like an adult clinically insane is alright by me

#poetry

the #1 song on roomietunes right now

devendra banhart -carmensita

i like the translated lyrics:

Oh, your colored cousin With a banana-milkshakeshake beard And full from whale Leaning towards the sun Oh, your red ray of light Kissing our mouth The kiss that Smells like alcohol

Oh your three lunar eyes Alien Enter when you leave So they don’t leave Oh, your colored beard Mischievous and rebellious I shave with a sword But it comes back

La la la la la la…

If the night chases you Surrender to her Or tell her that you have a headache Little shade of reflection Give me something gentle I devour your love And shit hell

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Berno, berno Berne berne berne oh oh Berne berne berne oh oh

La la la la la la…

Oh, your colored eyes Blue and orange Yellow green and brown My love wrapped in your heart Don’t let it go please We are the same elephant and serpent Drinking brandy In the sun Of a flower

La la la la la la…

#devendra banhart

lazyyogi

One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.

Salvador Dali (via lazyyogi)

fridge magnet poem 2

I worship sweet purple spiring

and pink symphony women

I see blue juice storms

and diamond shadows

I who run through ugly seas

and forests beneath skin

but sleep through

black bloody screaming

#poetry

fridge magnet poem 1

let me sky drive you friend

sun mother rain doesnt stop

but moon language can crush time

#poetry

Bombay Bicycle Club - Always Like This

If I follow the light / That I deem the brightest / I wont believe it / It's always like this

#bombaybicycleclub

Mr. Little Jeans - Rescue Song (RAC Remix)

My dress is torn, you have a black eye you got from a giving kind but your coat is big and I am warm I'll ask if I can walk you home

#mrlittlejeans

THIS IS DOPE

Ings- SoND

#ings

plaid dragon (now ings) - dog physics

"i will speak your language.. i will wear my brightest shoes"

this brings me to a silent longing.

some favorites from my 30 poems/30 minutes exercise last night

10:18

i was eighteen when i learned to be rebellious

ringing the bell in my heart

untuned, out of rhythm

hopefully i'm turning it back

to the way it was when it was given to me

10:19

mine is a sharp one

but i swear, i'll only dig at wounds I think I can heal

and if not, then sorry

i guess i also believe a wound is a gift

sometimes when I've forgotten mine,

I think I've gone blind

10:20

go the hell home

my home is beneath hell,

where those that have burned themselves out

turn into empty, pregnant spaces

waiting for this collective state of mind,

this story, to end the life we've given to it