Posts Tagged ‘ life ’
Earlier there was an earthquake. Not a big one. Not even two seconds long, nothing broke. But sometimes it feels good to be reminded that everything old, and stable, and really (truly) fundamental… is just as ridiculous and shaky as two flies fucking on top of your ice cream sandwich. Sometimes i feel like the webs [ READ MORE ]
my dog is crying phlegm. his breath comes in wheezes and he cannot stand. every time i scratch his chest or back he starts to cough. addthis_url = 'http%3A%2F%2Fblog.quodlibetor.com%2F2005%2F03%2Fand-still-i-cannot-stop%2F'; addthis_title = 'and+still+i+cannot+stop'; addthis_pub = 'quodlibetor'; Technorati Tags: life [ READ MORE ]
“dude, how’s it going?” “okay.” “oh, well, alright… i was just calling to see how you’re doing..?” “okay.” “…” “…” “yeah, well, i figured we hadn’t spoken in a while and i was just calling to see how you’re doing.” “yeah, i’m ok.” “okaaaaay. um, i guess i’ll talk to you later then?” “yeah.” (sorry) addthis_url = 'http%3A%2F%2Fblog.quodlibetor.com%2F2005%2F03%2Ffeelings%2F'; addthis_title [ READ MORE ]
ridiculous term. i sit and i think and i am private. except that nothing that i think about is private. “man is a social animal” -aristotle even when living wholly for myself i desire other people. i don’t even know what purpose i serve anymore. i used to think that people who knew gradually became better people. [ READ MORE ]
i don’t like cigarettes because they make me want to smoke. i don’t like sex because it makes me horny. i don’t like food because it makes me hungrier. i don’t like money because i always want more. i don’t like knowledge because it makes me feel ignorant. i don’t like music because i want to never stop listening. [ READ MORE ]
i sat down, and thought i had something to say just about when these dogs started playing and barking and crying and barking and running and jumping and barking and growling. It figures. it seems like every time i have something i want to say i manage to drown it out in meaningless trivialities. Words [ READ MORE ]
we are what we do. not even, we are what other people think we do. to them. to those other people, those people that we care about (usually) and who we (usually) want to care about us, it’s what they think we’ve done that matters. but i never really know what you think of me. [ READ MORE ]