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Without sex, we would be dangerously invulnerable. We might believe we were not ridiculous. We wouldn’t know rejection and humiliation so intimately. We could age respectably, get used to our privileges and think we understood what was going on. We might disappear into numbers and words alone. It is sex that creates a necessary havoc in the ordinary hierarchies of power, status, money and intelligence.

Alain de Botton, "How to Think More About Sex"

HMS No. 3, waiting for ink to dry, literally (definition 1).

After so much hiatus, HMS No. 9 commences once more into the night.

evening smoke near midway by lenoredoll on Flickr.

#minneapolis #st #paul #mn #industrial #night #smoke #winter #train #track #street #light

forgive us our trespasses by lenoredoll on Flickr.

The night called and asked me to wander with it. The excitement of adventure, things slightly forbidden, and all the unknown, I followed in its footsteps until it followed in mine.

Walking away, toward, and away from street lights that assured my footing, I listened to the silence in my gait. I listened to ice crushing under my feet. I listened to the wind cutting between the monoliths for man that rose above me.

Great dividers of ore lined and doted my vision toward the rising horizon, up into the open sky, and over my yearning body. Words escaped my lips, crystalized in the cold, and drifted away. Quiet thoughts. Quiet, thoughts. Quiet.

#blackdogpark #overhead #power #line #is #structure #used #electric #transmission #night #cloud #star #dark #minneapolis #mn

Having everything is the same thing as having nothing. There's got to be a reason, conscious or not, for the getting, or it has no weight and will feel like forgetting.

HSM No 3!

Just a reminder, garage rooftops in the winter may be slippery.

Notes on building a monster: pods and tendrils.

for the win by lenoredoll on Flickr.

City nights blanketed in fog. <3

nevver

To Do

no outlet by lenoredoll on Flickr.

There’s this hole in all of us. We know it only in feeling and try to describe it as emptiness, loneliness, sadness, lostness, isolation, disconnection, depression, purposeless, directionless, hopeless, ennui…. No matter how it’s described, we’re all faced with that hole. What do we do with it? Fill it with love. The kind where someone or multiple someones fill that hole for us. Lovers, family, friends, community, and society; is this enough? Fill it with work. The kind where goals validate and benchmarks guide us around the hole. Jobs, money, titles, causes, crusades, volunteering, and social currency; is this enough? Fill it with activities and things. The kinds that fill our time and distract us. Hobbies, chores, addiction, shopping, possessing, and chillaxing; is this enough? Fill it with spirituality. The kind that tries to shrink the hole next to a grander scheme. Religion, faith, past lives, next life, after life, karma, and god; is this enough? Fill it with yourself. The kind where obsession with the hole is the only course of action because anything else creates a cognitive dissonance. This is a mobius strip of never enough. There are so many ways to feel about it, and there are so many combination of reactions to it. Everyone does it a little differently. But remember, the hole never goes away, and never forget, there’s a hole in all of us.

#fog #mist #night #street #orange #glow #rosemount #mn #unedited #streetlight #stopsign

Butternut squash rorschach test.

Sunchoke (aka alien creature of the root varietal)

LUCKY: Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard. . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .

#waiting for godot #word vomit

Five years and many lounge acts in the shower later, still a song I adore.

#fiona apple #cy coleman

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