December 2010
22 posts
What the fuck is creative process?
We tend to think that in a creative process inspiration comes last and the rest just follows. However, the work has begun with inspiration. Seed it in your head until it haunts you in waking hours (when no one else should be awake). Nestled warmly against the groove of your brain. Its gonna unfurl and worm into, each fold sliding about like an unseen terror; And it will unfold in some glorious...
my dear, what a wonderful waste of space and time...
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Zombie Filled with Love
Death to the march
He cried with glee
Death to the march
And scorchers and torches
In vitro externally no virtue
Pins pricks needles and words
Soaps and sealing wax
Imprints and tattle tales
The tale end of the city
Indisposed to tragedies
A spark of thought
Unduly unbowed under umbrellas
The sun forming pools of shadows
We jumped into shade
The mud caking our fingernails
The water up to...
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When the music hits my eyes: The Paradox of Our... →
rustyjerk:
We have bigger houses but smaller families; More conveniences, but less time; We have more degrees, but less sense; More knowledge, but less judgment; More experts, but more problems; More medicines, but less healthiness; We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the…
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I'm a philanderer. I'll read many books at a time...
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Why do people dance? Why do we have sex, make love and move for that matter?
They say it has something to do with the beating of the heart. That the heart beat sets a rhythm which gives the desire to dance (same as the rhythm invoked in clapping your hands, tapping your foot, or nodding your head to music) Its sound and pace syncs, and signals something in our brain like an electrical charge.
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first zac nd vanessa. now this. :(
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WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO WITH MY LIFE? →
I loved you like the moon
In glimpses
In phases
Afar and eternal
And I was the tide you pulled across
In highs and lows
Flooding and fading with the sea
“You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can...”
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via kari-shma)
mind is still at the cu chi tunnel. palalim lang...
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contradictions and addictions
Im sorry for being an addict,
Craving for that dopamine rush,
and the oxytocin that comes after.
That feeling of want,
its just a neurotransmitter.
My self induced malignancy.
You’ve made me into a junkie,
seeking for that natural high.
You have become my cancer and my cure.
I’m not really this way,
blame it on the drugs.
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