the things we do just to stay alive..
Archive for May, 2008
out of grasp
May 30, 2008
kaelast rebi krae
May 29, 2008
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“I’ve been other things besides a clown. I have sold insurance also.”
“Oh?” said Sylvia, disappointed. “And what do you do now?”
Oreilly chuckled and threw his ball especially high; after the catch his head still remained tilted upward.
“I watch the sky,” he said.
Master Misery by Truman Capote
sleeper 1972
May 29, 2008
kui ma reedeks kõik need riigieksami esseed lõpuks ometi hinnatud saan, siis ma joon end maani täis ja päevitan 12 nädalat JÄRJEST.
liikumatult. mõtlemata. rannas.
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get inside my head and make it show
May 25, 2008
guys, i come bearing music. it’s been a while, i know, but good things come to those who wait. or so they say.
anyway, i found this porcupine tree song that is very very good and started checking out other stuff by them, and i must say there’s something to be found. and i don’t mean [...]
on/off on/off on/off
May 24, 2008
right now, i’ve got two broken light bulbs in my apartment.
must be all the tension.
i don’t want to be in pain. i don’t want to be miserable.
May 20, 2008
oh house.
oh house, house, house.
OH house.
you are killing me. i can’t remember the last time i cried so hard over a tv show. it was just the most beautiful, beautiful, episode on television. like ever. the angst whore in me got what it had been asking for the whole of this messed up season. oh [...]
violet hill
May 18, 2008
aah, coldplay is back.
i took my love down to Violet Hill
there we sat in snow
all that time she was silent still
vanishing point
May 15, 2008
this morning was bad, because i want to get OUT.
would you haunt me in boston still? in your raincoat in a phone booth looking like you lost the world.
i’m exhausted, afraid and i can’t escape anything.
i can’t get lost around here. i can only stand out for others to pick apart.
i wish you’d come and [...]
on the landing you want to turn, but hit glass
May 12, 2008
“People in France have a phrase: ’staircase wit’. In French: esprit de l’escalier. It means that moment when you find the answer, but it’s too late. Say you’re at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave [...]
