February 2012
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mint chocolate chip.
I’ve battled plenty / and everyone is rattle empty /
without a skeleton to hold em up - they had to tempt me /
and then correctly / spittin at me like a jet ski /
go ahead and press me / bones Crunch like Nestle .
Icecream hasn’t been the same.
POKEMON
nijuukoo:
they shootin
ha, made you look.
On Finding The Right Place To Live « Thought... →
rebrom:
For awhile I swore by the mantra “we’re all exactly where we’re supposed to be.” It’s a comforting idea, and if you repeat it until you believe it you can use it to quiet down your restlessness. But it only really works when you’re actually satisfied. I don’t believe it consistently. We don’t always make the best choices for ourselves.
If you can find the right place for you it can make...
Bruce Mau's Incomplete Manifesto. →
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only a man who knows what it is like to be...
There I sat - no longer hypoglycemic from the daily grind, staring deep into the granite that lines the island counter. Suddenly, a jolt! Father pats me on the back, “con mệt ha?”. Knowing a tough day’s work is nothing foreign, I give a slow nod.
I forget how warm a silence can be.
the desire:
to have another share the same exact perception
or
to have another understand the differences in the perception
of it.
impossible or improbable?
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Where are you?
Used to think home was a physical place A space where you live and you lay, Your head to rest and wake up on a typical day An address for you to get deliveries made
But I’m home sick though In my own zip code Wissful zoom in like a fish in a fish bowl Wishful what am I searching for I’m looking for a place where I don’t search no more
http://aging.wisc.edu/pdfs/2494.pdf →
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