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Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see...
– Don Delillo (via wordpainting) (via maybeitsallok)
For the Record:
bruj:
If you don’t like what I post or HOW I post it, here is a solution: don’t read it. It may be tumblr, but it’s my motherfucking blog & I will decide the content of same. Additionally, if I want your opinion I will give it to you.
Thanks.
wow, is this one for me??
BRUJ: Open Letter Take Two →
bruj:
thaitevel:
Dear Lady Driver Who Slammed on Brakes in Front of me at GREEN light:
Green means motherfucking go, lady. You’re lucky I didn’t rear-end your stupid ass. However, in order not to I had to slam on MY brakes, which caused me to SPILL MY COFFEE! This is unacceptable. It’s fucktards like you that…
Hahah that is actually what i do when people are too close behind me: short burst...
Innovation is almost insane by definition: most people view any truly innovative...
– Ben Horowitz (via entrepreneurwisdom) (via erickd)
POETRYBRIDGE tonight!
I’ll be the featured reader at Poetry Bridge, TONIGHT, Wednesday, April 28th, 7pm- 9 pm, C & P Coffee, 5612 California Ave SW, West Seattle, open mic to follow. Come check it out! :)
TI's kids' names:
Clifford ‘King’ Joseph III Major Philant Llayah Amour Domani Uriah Messiah Ya’Majesty Deyjah Imani
banksystreetart: Banksy gives band £200k painting... →
Banksy, the graffiti artist, gave a £200,000 painting to a band after he accidentally “stole” their name as the title to his new film, Exit Through the Gift Shop. Simon Duncan, a drummer with the Exit Through the Gift Shop, had been in the band for four years when he began receiving emails…
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napowrimo #27
Often when we slip into salvations tasting of salt, sweat, blood, tears
caverns open inside, motion and stillness meet and wander in
each other’s rivulets. Tonight I am meek and mighty in my skin, rolling like waves, a monsoon
afternoon aftershock. Born in a cage, some children never look up, blind to sky and
noose. Or putting puzzles of words into distinct memories, it can only be a matter of...
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napowrimo #26
I want to be in a story with you where the dishes are all broken where we’re running for our lives sometimes and the best thing we have is hoping I want a bit of danger to exhume our bones someday to leave us legends long after we sail out of sight So much clicking, ticking time of everyday solitude has left me rash and unprepared Can we live this out easy? Is it enough? I crave the...
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napowrimo #25
It’s getting closer and and closer to the telling, hide and seek Tomes and broken homes sewn Like telephones, you said we Could stick up for ourselves But I was afraid. I am afraid, the approach anxious Landing gear stuck, heaving breath, wishing I took first aid Or at least knew how to Mouth to mouth Its getting closer and closer, body and time tormented by empty Sediment, spring...
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The only think that matters on the head stone is the hyphen.
– my friend Dobbie Norris
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