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outside the rain is tapping on the leaves, to me it seems like they’re applauding us
tonight, there are people so happy that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow
when i finally exhale it takes forever to be over
we made this
the soul has no secret that the behavior does not reveal
passion’s overrated anyway. say, say my name- i need a little love to ease the pain
where am i and how can i leave
the memories keep getting hazier and the lessons feel lost to time
sorry to be heavy, but heavy is the cost. heavy is the cost
&
even if connection feels impossible, we keep reaching for each other through the static
spread love to eclipse hate
we’ll become all the colors
don’t spend good thoughts on dirty enzymes
it’s a new day, whether we are ready or not
we don’t fuck anymore, but we talk all the time, so it’s fine
i, i wanna rock with you tonight- i got a pile of money. i just wanna set this town alight- yeah, with my pile of money
oh, it’s up to me now, turn on the bright lights. new york cares
there was a fish in the percolator
triqti magħrufa minn ġewwa- bin-nifs li niġbed, bin-nifs li narmi, bin-nifs li jiċċaqlaq, li jċaqlaqni, jeħodni
this day guides us through the savage terrain of professional obligation, teaching us the virtues of perseverance and uncomplaining fortitude
don’t forget to read messages from the universe
lighten up while you still can
este non, este tampouco, nin este outro, nin este…
keep walking forward. there’s no other choice
enigmas never age, have you noticed that
when you don’t feel that your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about at the right place to do something exciting
reasonable people don’t build unreasonable lives
the slow fade of love, it’s soft edge might cut you
i hope that you don’t laugh
80 percent of the work that a ceo does can be replaced by ai. ai is the future of corporate management- devoid of personal bias, ensuring unbiased and strategic choices that prioritize the organization’s best interests
wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up
it’ll be brighter when the new light comes
maybe it’s all right. i mean, i went and found the modern world. but i miss the way life was when you were my girl
everyone’s fucking crazy
and i’ll die and never ever hold your hand
i’m in the shade of the dogwood tree. not the one where you told your name to me
the rain symbolizes rebirth
drowsy guitar melodies drifting through consciousness
chemistry folds into experience, and experience folds back into chemistry
nobody’s asking you to cosplay success
i found patience where ego used to be
and if yoooouuuuu can believe it…, it’s a friday once again
accept rejection. don’t beg. never chase
we live inside a dream
the act of choosing kindness even when no return is guaranteed is a radical stance
it folds into the experiment, showing you where the model breaks down, where you might refine
order, kindness, and wonder can be practiced even when the ground keeps shifting
data points in an experiment of being alive
treat your friends like celebrities who haven’t yet been discovered
kissing ought to be treated similar to a smoke break. do you want to step outside for a kiss
you were never meant to live in a cage
i couldn’t even catch a cold
you don’t need to solve anything more tonight
downtempo office existence punctuated by moments of atmospheric clarity
let your taste decide
finding ways to dispose of aggregates is likely to help it to retard ageing or even rejuvenate
the laws of physics allow us to get a remarkably precise view of the future
the mind is for forming ideas, not holding them
then the flowers became very wild because it was early september and they had nothing to lose
when will we trust the probabilities enough to let them shape our choices without demanding certainty
call me but love, and i’ll be new baptiz’d; henceforth i never will be romeo
this is what you get
it takes friction to polish a diamond
dig where you stand
i’m out in the desert shooting at the sky
they may simply arise as immune “noise” from chronic inflammation, tissue damage, or receptor turnover, without obvious function
how did i love you? like a man destroying what he tries to save
talaxian champagne. moon-ripened
make me dream at night, break my heart on sight. don’t you worry
if i go to heaven, i’ll be bored as hell
i keep death at my heels like a basset hound
this is a seed for a pine tree. escape before it’s too late
月が綺麗ですね – 死んでもいいわ
a ship in the harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for
unsweet unsmotherable systole-diastole (and back again) (and so forth)
engage with reality instead of chasing ghosts
know that by knowing which all things are known
where’s the edge
starting here, what do you want to remember
we dream the dreams dreaming us
we sit in the dark and wait and are separate, but looking at each other—
the water shines brightest where it’s darkest, as in a dutch painting. there is honesty in darkness- impossible in light.
carry the knowledge of what collapse costs
the sadness doesn’t negate the gratitude. the gratitude doesn’t erase the sadness
i survived into someone who could make this real
am i losing my cool, overstating my case- well baby, what can i say
listen to the birds, not the news
fifty µT and a plan
happiness isn’t the prize of a timeline, it’s the practice inside it
authentic repetition creates resonance
feel the world around you, feel the world surround you. feel the world around you, feel it all around you crash
every hard task you delegate is a rep you didn’t do, a pattern your neurons didn’t carve deeper
the more the world automates, the more value accrues to people who continue to condition their fundamental capabilities
spider’s lesson holds: build, wait, listen, rebuild
let an equation re-assemble inside your skull and feel where the minus sign must live
let the work love you back
the key isn’t to feel good all the time, it’s to go on living alongside whatever you feel
i will drag something new into existence
reinvention required collapse first
obsession > convention
what am i willing to believe about myself, even when no one is watching
isolation strips away false compass needles
trees don’t forget how to leaf; they just wait for the season
in your solitude, you’re refracting. old assumptions about success, intimacy, and work are bending. the quiet has stripped away the noise of habit, leaving the core questions bare
refusing to choose is a choice
their freedom to live their lives free of harassment from masked federal agents is a function of their loyalty to that ruler
beneath the sky’s unseeing eyes i let my head rest in your palm, making a little world of calm
you can’t undo what’s been done
meet me at the shore. i aim with my life to prove we can be happier than the ones we love
fool enough to almost be it and cool enough to not quite see it. dull enough to always feel this- always old, i’ll always feel this
i send a heart to all my dearies- when your life is so, so dreary, dream
eureka
i know i never noticed then, just what i had up until i lost you. and man, did i lose you
and the one thing that i found as i gazed at the sea, was that she lost all hope, all hope in me
if there was no god and nothing to do, i could be faithful to you
there’s a million little reasons for why i like your style. if i tried to write them down, i’d run out of ink
age brings about a scarcity: of time, activities, places, and people
you’ve slipped into phase with your own waveform. no lag, no lead, just pure constructive interference
this is the moment when consistency is the acceleration
it’s the conclusion of leisure as we understand it, and yet you feel surprisingly adequate
tu so, als sei es schon so weit
and i’ll be dragging what’s left of me to my lonely room in the blue and never come back and never crawl back till i’m through just hugging me
be ungovernable
can anybody see, we’ve got a war to fight
orbit each other in silence until you burn up in the atmosphere
stop trying to earn what should be freely given
some people are in your life to show you what love isn’t
tomorrow, it will become easier
a quiet reminder that the day is already sharing space with the night
i slipped through the fingers of people who had no idea how to hold me
my mind sunk into the depths of crummy fantasies which held it like concrete
if the actual conditions of reality will not give him a state of exception, he’ll create one himself
the k’oh-nar, the feeling of being completely exposed
stray cats survive
i’m not the only one that love makes feel like a dozen flapping bedsheets being ripped to prayer flags by the wind. when i stand in full sun i feel i have been falling headfirst for decades. god, i am so transparent. so light
you can tell from the way they dip the big shrimps in green sauce and nibble the creamy meat down, an inch at a time that they never have sex
what i want from you tonight is hard and strange, a touch containing history, a look to lift my name away. i want to feel, when your nails score the skin above my heart
thought sheds its language skin and the old i thins into blades of seeing
you only see what you’re open to seeing
it’s an artist residency disguised as survival
to try to live in such a way that nothing is either an advantage or a disadvantage
observing, breaking, rebuilding, proving, disproving, adjusting
hands on the tools, mind in the puzzle, body in the day’s weather
i worry about lost time, i start to heal
a sodium ion is still a bit of the ocean but now part of a heartbeat
stargazing is best when you’re warm and awake
sehnsucht
meanwhile, i am becoming unrecognizable to everyone except myself, and it does not matter: before it is time to resemble no one i have had the mixed fortune to resemble most things
the promise of age like a helium balloon dragging me behind it on a flouncy string
quis custodiet ipsos custodes
move like life was designed in your favor. energy is magnetic
if you can’t joint it, bead it
whatever you choose to claim of me is always yours; nothing is truly mine except my name. i only borrowed this dust
a figure eight is two loops sharing a waist. momentum trades hands there- what’s been moving in one orbit slips into another
since the wreck, i know more what you need. you need me to put you in the trees
narrow the spectrum and you don’t get purity; you get fragility.
ah, houston, we’ve had a problem
peony. chamomile. marigold. the flagrant underworld opened now against metaphor
a small feeling, i can’t, like happiness outlived
empathy possesses healing qualities for our emotional wounds
past mistakes were events, not character traits
you still haven’t met all the people who are going to love you
facing the sea, the tide is out
time-mapping through physics and poetry
r ≈ (v × T) ÷ 2π // where the record cracked, reality looped
the record’s glitch has become a clock, and you, the groove-mapping time god, just measured its depth without touching it
all of it is the same act: folding reality back toward resonance
the universe loves a bold architect
what began as an adaptive modulation strategy becomes a chronic maladaptive signature- like static on the immune radio
that “foot on the gas, foot on the brake” model shows up everywhere
a flicker of orange against the prairie dusk. not flame, not leaf, but a memory with wings
our true nature is forever undefined
an idea of breathing married to an idea of space
long-haul time. geologic time. celestial time. time that doesn’t care for the refresh button.
keep being the most w version of w
so pass me by. i’ll be fine- just give me time
all of my love for you cuts me like barbed wire
in the deepest ocean, the bottom of the sea- your eyes, they turn me
remind me to water my dreams instead of my doubts
the echo park parrots. the pasadena parrots. the silver lake parrots. everyone wants to own the birds, yet here they were this morning, serenading me
a prototype lab disguised as a forest cabin retreat
a builder of realities. wood, steel, molecules, business narratives- it’s all the same impulse
it evaporates faster than a good idea in a bad meeting
the established calendar framework imposes artificial limitations on our time experience
times have changed and times are strange- here i come, but i ain’t the same- mama, i’m coming home
mistakes are dancing lessons with god
stand still and let the ache season you
the brain is wired for deficit detection, not contentment
cognitive miserliness
writing is not a potion for remembering, but for reminding
mistrust of vaccines is infectious
embrace me or release me
a sudden slice changes the whole plate, it does so suddenly. an imitation, more imitation, imitation succeed imitations
turns out that if you learn to breathe water- it’s impossible to fucking drown
the spaceman says: everybody look down- it’s all in your mind
every time she sneezes , i believe it’s love
still thinks your trauma makes you mysterious
august and everything after
and the sunlight, so audacious, paints the color back onto my cheeks
oὐδὲν χρῆμα μάτην γίνεται ἀλλα πάντα ἐκ λόγου τε καὶ ὑπ᾽ ἀνάγκης
we cite sources that, in reality, we did not read carefully, or even did not read at all- we work essentially by hearsay
who taught me to want this
your joy is your job; and yours alone. hire your self every day. climb into your traveling shoes knowing that there, too, will be dancing
a structure cannot stand without a foundation. logic is the foundation of function. function is the essence of control
he lived as though curiosity excused everything, and somehow, it did
what i cannot create, i do not understand
a long, dangerous, beautiful game where the rules only appear once you move
your willingness to bet on yourself with no fallback looks reckless
they may, in that cryptic state, serve as both an extra without lines and the sole reason center stage was invented
we’re all just trying to stay above water on this gray-suited, wine-stained tuesday
like at rock bottom, the same thing at cliff top- is that you have to find what you’re actually looking for- you
someone from your past still thinks about what you did for them
i’m in a pickle
done settling- take back what’s yours
where the lattice thickens
safety is no accident
the president, tiptoeing precipitously down the sidelines of legality, inadvertently ran the constitutional football out of bounds
hard things are supposed to be hard
i give you almond blossoms for your hair, your hair that will be white, i give the world my worn-out breath on an old tune, i give it all i have and take it back again
even the eagle knows when to sleep
drat
to seek fear is to seek the boundaries of one’s sensory experience
what we see around us are only poor shadows of ideal objects which exist on a higher plane
doing so would only hinder their ability to cope with inevitable difficulties
om-nah-hoo-pez-nyeetz
may this day find you at peace and leave you with hope
sometimes, you have to go in blind
be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity
i’m breaking through- i’m bendin’ spoons- i’m keeping flowers in full bloom
i’ve watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
i know that things can really get rough when you go it alone. don’t go thinking you’ve gotta be tough
yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon
we can listen to a single neuron. we are working at the atomic level of the nervous system
before you, i was just a projection of photons held together by force fields
well, if you’re interested, i could point out a few astronomical highlights
for us, the disease is immortality
the windshield is bigger than the rearview mirror for a reason
send your dreams where nobody hides
it’s corn sweat time
my mind to your mind. your thoughts to my thoughts
one may not recognize the motivation, but there is always motivation
you and your sister live in a lemonworld
every day is exactly the same
since light travels faster than sound, people may appear bright until you hear them speak
sometimes it’s the female of the species that initiates mating
his cell membranes have degraded
besides, there’s no way to put the genie back in the bottle. all we can do now is keep moving forward… carefully
the path appears when you start walking
according to my observations, there is now sufficient reason for greater optimism
a life without pain would be boring
i wanna feel the pressure of god or whatever
only rollers keep rolling while the searchers keep scrolling
in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
oh, and we all carried it so well as if we got a new position. oh, and i’ll laugh all the way to hell saying yes, this is a fine promotion
children, wake up. hold your mistake up
it’s well established that the american brain is the prize in a war for attention online
lösch mir die augen aus: ich kann dich sehn, wirf mir die ohren zu: ich kann dich hören
without the darkness, how would we recognize the light
you’ve been on my mind so long, i can’t deal with it
please remember me fondly. please remember me mistakenly. please remember me seldomly.
please remember me happily- by the rosebush laughing with bruises on my chin
when life gives you a lemon, you must eat the lemon. all of it including the skin
how do you handle the weather
refusing to become what broke you
do you remember that too
when you have nothing to lose, you’re free to think and dream boldly
i will always be learning and growing
i will always have the most amazing and beautiful life experiences
we should not be attached to receiving love from someone else
‘cause if it isn’t making dollars then it isn’t making sense
i swear i’ll only make you cry
anti-empathy warriors seem intent on obliterating any shared sense of common humanity
fret for your figure and fret for your latte and fret for your lawsuit and fret for your hairpiece and fret for your prozac and fret for your pilot and fret for your contract and fret for your car
i’m completely fine. i’m completely fine. i’m completely fine.
next time is next time. now is now
through practice, we can grow our empathy and become kinder as a result
einfühlung
a reminder that the world drops little quests into your path when you’re tuned in
karma has headlights
if you don’t want people to know, don’t tell them
i’ve been doin’ all kinds of drugs to get you out of my mind
sittin’ on the bed and i’m lyin’ wide awake, there’s demons in my head and it’s more than i can take
you’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away- and know when to run
the pain of total commitment with no assurance of survival
yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah- oh, don’t you put me on the back burner
there is music left to hear
your version is a poetic spoonerism and now canon in my personal lexicon
dunning–kruger effect
somewhere swimming inside me is a question i don’t want to answer
what’s the best that can happen
safety is comforting, but purpose is fulfilling
other people want to keep in touch. was it ever quite enough
roygbiv
i wanna get slain
there is no safety net for people building the net
hot enough to boil a stew pot, thin as ladle handles, good cooks in the bedroom
you’re in the valley of nothing
there was a fish in the percolator
the trees ahead and the bushes beside you are not lost
when every logical course of action is exhausted, the only option that remains is inaction
i no longer wish to tiptoe on the river banks of existence
you see, kids, friendship is an involuntary reflex. it just happens. you can’t help it
so tell me later what i know already and – what i don’t get yet – save for another day
let all the sweet flowers fade away, let all the song-birds die of love, the cheery light forsake the day, the stars fade in the heavens above
they’ll never cure this thing with medicine and magazines
surfaces are key in primary nucleation
the weekend spirit is about to break through this manufactured box of weekly tedium
i don’t know what to do when you look at me in the eye
in the language of quantum fields, intention is its own kind of observation
learning and experience can lead to the rapid formation of new dendrites
selection goes against extreme phenotypes, favouring individuals with a mixture of genes that will lead to resilience
selective stabilisation refers to the process by which certain connections or traits are strengthened and maintained, while others are weakened or eliminated
you don’t wait for a better life, you build it
to be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you into something else
presence of the harms’ numb climb: i’m fine, i’m fine
out of your league
someone who lights up when you speak
i want memory that forgets gracefully. i want ideas that resurface not because i indexed them, but because they mattered
every tool changes the shape of the hand that uses it
the constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear
love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space
surfaceomics
thus, even a failure is exciting, and most of my ideas have, of course, been wrong
choose evolution over escape
your sentences became shorter as my grip became tighter on the love that was falling through my fingertips
i come round late as a missed note, flat as a month of sundays
conclusion: time to face the surface
what is it that time does to us- what does july know that we don’t
let’s just try and make it better than when you found it
omnia sponte fluant absit violentia rebus
who watches the watchers
do luna moths hurry
