Archive for January, 2008

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uhmm…

January 30, 2008

– cartofi prajiti cu iaurt si usturoi [oare trebuie sa-i fac pe ascuns? :)]
– vreo 3 aplicatii [cu materialele aferente]
– blender
– patine pe gheata [plus soare, muzica, vin fiert]
– harsh punishments for crimes of global peripheralization
– timp
– rabdare, noroc si serendipitate in arhive [to support my ‘revisionist’ approach]
– ochelari [cu dioptrii adaptate]
– 2 recenzii si o postfata
– o functie
– un masaj si un electro-ala [i-am uitat numele ;;)]
– 6 numere
– solutie de bio [care sa nu supere pe nimeni, including myself]
– un raft [imi suna cunoscut…]
– vreo cateva carti si niste articole [merge si varianta electronica]
– banane, cirese, andive
– lingouri
– o baterie de chiuveta [ne-om descurca noi s-o instalam]
– lentile
– o imprimanta laser
– ciocolata [de baut]
– si world peace [bineinteles]

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becoming

January 30, 2008

indulging in beginnings renders one a beginner. with all the associated outcomes.

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différance

January 26, 2008

total meaning is always differred.

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coming up [adf]

January 22, 2008

our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite
and swivels to gaze down at the city
he made me in
he allows me to stand and
solicit graffiti until
he needs the land i stand on
and i in my darkened threshold
am pawing through my pockets
the receipts, the bus schedules
the matchbook
phone numbers
the urgent napkin poems
all of which laundering has rendered
pulpy and strange
loose change and a key
ask me
go ahead
ask me if i care
i got the answer here
i wrote it down somewhere
i just gotta find it

and somebody and their spray paint got too close
somebody came on too heavy
and now look at me made ugly
by the drooling letters
i was better off alone
ain’t that the way it is
they don’t know the first thing
but you don’t know that
until they take the first swing
my fingers are red and swollen from the cold
i’m getting bold in my old age
so go ahead
try the door
it doesn’t matter anymore
i know the weak hearted are strong willed
and we are being kept alive
until we’re killed

he’s up there
the ice is clinking in his glass
he sends us little pieces of paper
i don’t ask
i just empty my pockets and wait
it’s not fate
it’s just circumstance
i don’t fool myself with romance
i just live
phone number to phone number
dusting them against my thighs
in the warmth of my pockets
which whisper history incessantly
asking me
where were you

i lower my eyes
wishing i could cry more
and care less
yes it’s true
i was trying to love someone again
i was caught caring
bearing weight

but i love this city
this state
this country is too large
and whoever’s in charge up there
had better take the elevator down
and put more than change in our cup
or else we
are coming
up

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yuck

January 20, 2008

mtsmdlfjscsvcmc

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matilda

January 18, 2008

woman_teaching_geometry2.jpg

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kind wishes

January 15, 2008

fuck the world bank and its development programs for the ‘third world’. all those big ‘western’ guys can shove their neocolonial policies up their imperialist asses.