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http://hizou.livejournal.com/85352.html
The clouds look like they're going somewhere tonight loosely streaming through the breath of millions of lusty ladies. They may be way up in the sky but they've got shit going for them.
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Virtues are pretty classy things to have. I stand up for what is right and good. But only when it's convenient and I'm feeling in a pretty good mood.
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WHAT HAVE YOU GOT BESIDES A
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Published by :hizou 2008-03-13 07:10:18.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/85057.html
And that too is natural enough. In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting one's thoughts be diverted by anything-- by meals, by a fly that settles on one's cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and it
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Published by :hizou 2008-03-10 08:10:07.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/84713.html
But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. But with Catherine there was almost no difference in the night except that it was an even b
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Published by :hizou 2008-02-23 08:50:40.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/84305.html
I got an award today for being the greatest. For having a way with words, they say. I’m told I write with clarity--that my words are concise and pretty. I keep getting phone calls from the press. From the writers and from the critics.
They say, “Who has inspired you?”
They say, “What was your motive?”
I tell them I don’t know and hang up the phone. I don’t answer their questions so th
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Published by :hizou 2008-02-18 06:54:18.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/84111.html
The carpet is old and gray, ashen with years of forlorn footfalls. I cast my hand down to its scratchy flattened surface, "tell me my friend, do you have secrets?" the carpet looks up with a melancholy glow and reminisces adoringly of years past. Delicately it balances on the fringe of reality...
I must have been on to something.
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Published by :hizou 2008-02-13 05:18:33.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/83931.html
(10:30PM) bt: and writing poetry
(10:30PM) bt: I consider it sketching
(10:30PM) bt: just kind of
(10:30PM) bt: feeling out words
(10:30PM) bt: and playing around
(10:30PM) bt: and trying stuff out
(10:30PM) bt: being prepared for when I am super inspired
(10:31PM) Me: I feel ya. Kind of like when you're rapping and you know your rhymes aren't quite there but you keep going because
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Published by :hizou 2008-02-08 06:46:48.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/83517.html
For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancé,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live
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Published by :hizou 2008-02-05 08:07:34.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/83286.html
Often the best part of life was when you weren't doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say you figure everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you're aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean? An optimistic pessimism.
~Pulp, Bukowski
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Published by :hizou 2008-01-29 07:49:34.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/83197.html
Jack and I had to walk a 3-hour tour at night in an ice-cold rain. We weren't suppoused to talk to each other or anyone. But the nonsensical posts he and I had to walk intersected at 1 point. Jack muttered to me at one such meeting, "What would you do if you had heard someone just dropped an atom bomb on New York City?"
It would be 10 minutes before we passed again. I thought of a few answers that were obv
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Published by :hizou 2008-01-21 02:49:11.0
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http://hizou.livejournal.com/82803.html
"Fools admire everything in a celebrated author. I only read to please myself, and I only like what suits me." ~Pococurante
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Published by :hizou 2008-01-17 19:40:50.0
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