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“What intelligence a reader has must be exercised in the poetic game of hare-and-hounds, where ellipses...mislead those who pursue sweet reasonableness.”
“...if every language is inherently capable of expressing every human experience, then the attempts to save an endangered language seems ridiculous.”
“I haven’t got a center. I don’t know where my center is. I don’t know where I’m going to find it.”
Confession of a Tumblr Community Guidelines Violator
1. You have posts
that contain adult content
which violate our Community
Guidelines .Review
--Tumblr
2. Thank you. I will try
to include more adult
dissatisfaction and childish
content in my posts.
hans ostrom 2019
Implied Narrative from a Language Lesson
(translated) Can you please be a little more quiet? I want to hug you. I want to kiss you. I need to use the bathroom. I want to move here. hans ostrom 2018/2019
I found some ancient Roman inscriptions. #colosseum #rome #roma #writingonthewall #italy #italia #foundlanguage #funnyshit #bathroomstall (at Colosseo)
Recognizance; Rhythm and Rhyme
I ran today, that’s why I’m dressed this way. Stressed and depressed. Too poor to be well-dressed. This isn’t fulfilling in any way. Just a huge waste of a day. The harder we work the luckier we get. Don’t you forget. If I were you I’d put that away. Stop fretting, you’ll be okay. You’re such a pain. Complaining about walking in the rain. Should I give up the dough? I don’t even know. He would never know; I should go.
Entanglement: 106 days of images, voices, colors, dreams, shapes, light, visions and the internet.
Day 1: We don't go through life. We are on life, in the midst of life. It is intravenous. It is empowerment. A consciousness wrought from inanimate, unmitigated unconsciousness. Day 17: Everything at work is censored. I think things will turn themselves off and they don't. Sometimes I wonder if I had all of the answers in a past life. The “Man with the Plan”. Isn't it funny that wind and wind are the same word? You can leave me. Day 23: Radio waves. Speak to me in tongues. Glottal fry. Draw little beads on my eyelids so that I can see you while I sleep. What you're seeking is seeking you. That's not true. The Before and After of Being Scared. Day 30: Come close to my face. The moment is intense, the music is intense. You know something is going to happen. Adrenaline and then dread. The sinking felling before fright. I never really wanted to die. I just didn't want to live for fear of facing every day. Mood swings are never secure enough; they always falter under duress. They aren't rated for heavy loads. Day 46: It's all about the bodily pleasures of Now, not about growing old and providing for those that come after you. Spend money that you don't have because you will grow old. You will grow bitter, and you will regret every single moment. You won't be coming back. Can't come back, won't come back. You're so sensitive. I am a machine, a machine, a machine, a machine, machine, machine, machine machine machinemachinemachinemachine Day 51: Makes your heart race. American Muscle. Run the quarter mile in the watchman's car. "I saw you out there on the stretch." "Ah, that wasn't me." Day 72: Another dreadful delay. Not this again. X-ray's hint at familiars. Ingrained psychosis. I won't ever shed the spectre. Even your talk, your logic won't change it. Thanks for trying to cheer me up. You should probably go. Day 79: Sometimes I go places that I've never been and see familiar people I can't possibly know. But I do. The faces are there. Whoever I was then I can't ever be again. Day 84: Nobody wants a 50 year old anything. You're damaged goods. A medical liability. You aren't worth the bones that hold you up. Day 99: In Remembrance of Me. It's a whole Mass. Piano ringing and light cast on arches. Tight collars and satin linings. It's a package of hope delivered. Day 106: If you articulate more clearly Siri will understand you and she won't have any problems writing things down correctly. Try something. Repeat everything I say because everything I say is golden. Hear the word vomit all over? I keep going. Hermes is the latest messenger. I have this book, I own this book. In the back of it was a freshman and I have actually owned this book. The customer still has it. If I folded like that my family time would be cheap. Time to eat, eat, eat. Sounds not spelling. Voicing, manner and place. Phonetics. It's the same thing as khakis and car keys. I could cut these wires and ruin everything.