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He kneels above her back with sweat beading on his elbows and knots in his palms. Silhouettes in a well-lit room, the world flickers and whirls around them. Conversation goes as it does, in ebbs and flows of insight and sympathy. Touching on deep muscles and cold winters, past and memories and not those things [ READ MORE ]
She said “You live your life too much like a bad movie” She said “You don’t know what love is” She said “You try too hard” She said. I said “Life is what love is, and what’s the point if you don’t try?” I come back to her again, after years of silence. You get lost in the moment. You [ READ MORE ]
Last night i met a girl at a concert. A pretty good concert, and a really pretty girl. She was maybe a little too thin, but long, straight, black, hair that framed exactly the type of face i like surrounded by raven hair. her eyes were maybe a little too vacant for comfort, but they [ READ MORE ]
It has been months since my last confession. I went to your church last night, but you were not there. It was loud and empty and i thought that if i shouted you would hear me so i yelled as loud as i could. But you were not there. I’ve never been good at hiding, and i [ READ MORE ]
the only certainty is that everything ends. this is as good as it is bad. and so: a drawing of an island, and a drawing of a lake (in that order). addthis_url = 'http%3A%2F%2Fblog.quodlibetor.com%2F2006%2F02%2Fyou-say-i-dont-know-how-to-live%2F'; addthis_title = 'You+say+%26%238220%3BI+don%26%238217%3Bt+know+how+to+live%26%238221%3B'; addthis_pub = 'quodlibetor'; Technorati Tags: story [ READ MORE ]
I spoke with a priest a while ago. He told me to turn myself in to the police. I asked if there wasn’t some prayer i was supposed to say. addthis_url = 'http%3A%2F%2Fblog.quodlibetor.com%2F2005%2F07%2Fconfessional%2F'; addthis_title = 'Confessional'; addthis_pub = 'quodlibetor'; Technorati Tags: story [ READ MORE ]
The burning rose again in his chest. An internal fire of visions unknown to the world floated behind his eyes, a fire that showed only in his slightly moistened eyes and almost hunched posture. He heard her words and managed to respond legibly, without slurring or deprecation, but the visions continued to pass. Fleeting glimpses [ READ MORE ]
For some reason I tend to think of life as basically a hopeful place. Like, as long as you’re there, there is some chance of things being fundamentally OK. Like life is where we are and that it’s looking at us as though to say “yeah.” Like, if you look around you’ll notice all the [ READ MORE ]
It’s late and quodlibetor is extraordinarily tired and instead of doing the rational thing, he has spent the last three hours molding a life less lived, shaping something that is no more interesting for the effort. A life of pseudo-reality and pseudo-friendship. The distraction provided by this life totally engrosses him. Slowly but surely he [ READ MORE ]