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A.M.

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 04:38:03 -0400

No one person or place is the same.. and I love it so, so much. It’s my driving force in life. Those people and places really effect me, almost religiously.

Each singularly important.

They are to me, always, in a sort of memorandum. They move me.
I love them, each, in entirely different and miraculous ways.

But it causes a pain -specific to me, I think.. because there are so many different and miraculous people and places to see out there. No one person or place is any less or more a passion of mine. That is what is great about variety.
But in order to keep seeing new things and meeting new people, I have to leave the ones I’ve met and those places behind.

That doesn’t make them any less important to me or the time we share any less resounding. The distance doesn’t change my feelings.

But there is “a” change. Definitive change that is at first physical, in miles and states - but then remanifests.
It’s metric and immetric.
The distance from one day to the next.
The distance from one beating heart to another.
Distance in memory..distance, the indefinite measure.

The change is subtle at first.
Because we are malleable, we are always changing. It’s another thing I love so very much.. we effect others and they effect us in turn.
What we become is fleeting and something inexpressible in words - It’s a thing witnessed.

It’s a thing I can not be part of from far away.

The distance in miles becomes distance in time.. becomes a sort of detachment.
The distance from one day to the next, and counting..
An indefinite measure.

Eventually, there is a new version of the person I met - and the person I knew is gone.

It isn’t bad,
they are beautifully gone.

Like the view outside a moving car.
I am sure they are beautiful now.

It’s hard to explain.

But I remember and I miss the person I was a part of and the person I knew and could experience in all their subtle ways and little, constant changes.
I am lonely for them - that person on that day of the month, however many years ago. It is so specific.

I know I can’t stop moving and the distance continues to build and redefine itself.

And where I’m sure I change - with each new place, with every new encounter - the hunger in me is the same.
I can’t ignore that I will always want a new place and new people and that almost sanctified road.

My heart is everywhere at once, in each of those people and places - and it’s a bittersweet love.
I often wonder if the bitter or the sweet is heavier.

I go back and forth, really.

But a part of me knows it wouldn’t do to stay.
It would be an injustice to myself.

It would be an injustice to never meet the next person I will miss and the new place I will one day leave behind.

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Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:53:02 -0500

I hate that people are capable of so much, but the potential of all those capable things are so complex.. and great - so great that they complicate and complicate and complicate until they / you are unable - and can’t enable.. All those capable things and all that potential just sits, and waits.

What a horrible waste it is to wait.

Jamie Hewlett [x] I don’t usually reblog.. But Hewlett?...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 18:03:09 -0500

Jamie Hewlett [x]

I don’t usually reblog.. But Hewlett? Sometimes my heart pushes my ribs.

I really just want Juxtapoz to like me.

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 03:09:59 -0500

I really just want Juxtapoz to like me.

Video

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 03:33:06 -0500

“If you really love me.. then let’s make a vow - right here,...

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 03:22:00 -0500

“If you really love me.. then let’s make a vow - right here, together.. Right now, OK?”
“OK.”
“All right.
Repeat after me:
I’m gonna be free..”
“I’m gonna be free.”
”..and I’m gonna be brave..”
“I’m gonna be brave.”
“Good, OK.
And the next one is..
I’m gonna live each day as if it were my last..”
“Oh, that’s good-“
“-you like that?”
“-yeah.”
“-say it.”
“I’m gonna live each day as if it were my last.”
”..fantastically..”
“Fantastically.”
“Courrrraaageously!”
“Courageously.”
”..with grace..”
”..with grace.”

“And in the dark of night (and it does get dark) - when I call a name, it’ll be your name..

(what’s your name ..?)
(-nevermind.)
‘Let’s go..’ say that-“

“Let’s go.”

”..everywhere..”
“Everywhere.”
“Even though..”
”..even though..”
”..we’re scared..”
”..we’re scared..”
” ..because that’s life..”

“…”

”..and it’s happening-“
“-it’s happening-“
“-It’s really, really happening-
Right now.”
“Right now.”

“All right.
Now let’s kiss to make it real, OK?”

ill nostratu ingill muskrat ingill frustrating

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 07:17:14 -0500

ill nostratu ing

ill muskrat ing

ill frustrating

Potential Swed-friendly flyer idears.

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 02:03:46 -0500

Potential Swed-friendly flyer idears.

“Midnight nation.”

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 03:54:23 -0500

“Midnight nation.”

Also, polydactylous.

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 17:53:48 -0500

Also, polydactylous.

Wye Oak - Civilian

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 17:16:52 -0500

Wye Oak - Civilian :

This song is fun to sing, not to feel. (But still I love it, and that’s + .)

Psst. It’s action that claims the feeling, puts it into motion and makes it real.

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 02:53:43 -0500

Psst.

It’s action that claims the feeling, puts it into motion and makes it real.

Photo

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 02:52:56 -0500

#2 This is Maud. He is a stray that lives behind the old...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 23:25:25 -0500

#2
This is Maud. He is a stray that lives behind the old abandoned Fair Grounds and I think he’s pretty old, but not too old.
He drools sometimes and eats a lot and takes things slow.
What a great cat.

(35.395458, -80.608034)

#1 I met Alyssa today at a diner while picking out a slice of...

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 00:54:54 -0500

#1
I met Alyssa today at a diner while picking out a slice of cake. She’s 4, believes in magic, and holds a pretty wicked grudge against Peter Pan.
I promised to bring her a disposable camera to take pictures with, like me, and left her a ring that she is sure will “probably grant wishes”.
Man, I hope I see her again.

(35.3898561 , -80.6066092)

La Mer - Charles Trénet

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 15:31:40 -0500

La Mer - Charles Trénet

Making thangs. (Happy Birthday Baby Cousin!)

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 16:18:26 -0500

Making thangs.
(Happy Birthday Baby Cousin!)

sometimes i put super-glue on my fngers so that i can practice power chords longer, but it makes it...

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 11:44:00 -0500

sometimes i put super-glue on my fngers so that i can practice power chords longer, but it makes it vdry hard to use my laptop.

Photo

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 03:33:00 -0500

Wig out.

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 19:58:20 -0400

Wig out.