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boredom’s not a burden anyone should bear
bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse assail him, impale him with monster-truck force
feelings are like ideas from the future
there are some things in this universe, ladies and gentleman, that are bigger than all of us. and a tortoise is one of them
accept plurality without chaos
time is the fire in which we burn
sign up for the full experience
we prefer to call it intellectual phase-locking
taking it as a personal god might restrict it in some way
what was it like for your whole brain to be in a superposition of states
there is no space empty of field
rené descartes made it cool
and i went down to the demonstration to get my fair share of abuse
and the piano, it sounds like a carnival
it’s a pretty good crowd for a saturday
it’s catching ideas and translating them to one medium or another
you think that’s air you’re breathing now
if ever you see my hands in cuffs, know that somewhere near, a museum is burning
get in good trouble, necessary trouble, and redeem the soul of america
democracy dies in darkness
it’s a difficult challenge. something will go wrong. and the one that deals with those problems is the one that wins
that’s the kind of girl that makes you wish you spoke a little french
i grew in those seasons like corn in the night
but the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap and it teases you for weeks in its absence
the fox is guarding the henhouse
john 11:35
but i’m not afraid of death. honestly, death is what gives value to this life. you know, being here. this is it. so enjoy it, suckers
i’m permanent
what is this, miami beach
okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties ’cause it’s cooooold out there today
i don’t need guardrails, i don’t want guardrails. guardrails would hurt us
no one is illegal on stolen land
you’re not who you are to anyone, to anyone
everything matters
leave, leave. let go of my hand- you said what you have to- now leave
i escaped through the keyhole before they erased me
when it’s deep, gets so hot- and it’s so beautiful
the perfidious lust for unbridled power
i try to remember the wrath of the devil was also given him by god
hands and feet are all alike, but gold between divides us
let this flag burn to dust and a new, a fair design, be raised
ICE OUT
no more minnesota nice
i’d give you the sun if you asked me
it’s ok, sir, i’m here for the free coffee
i wish for all of you, blue skies and golden sunshine internally- all along the way. everyone
maybe our dreams are real
there are things that we can’t get anywhere- but we dream they can be found in other people
i can calculate the movement of stars but not the madness of men
take me back to the night we met
but here, i blur into you
we are a landscape of all we have seen
long live humans
and if youuuuu can believe it, it’s a friday once again
your choice selects a trajectory through the allowed future topology
don’t invade winter people in winter
frugality, focus, obsession, love
get comfortable being uncomfortable
numquam ponenda est pluralitas sine necessitate
does anybody know if i’m going to be okay
i wish i was guileless, i wish i was childish
i no longer feel an obligation to think purely of peace
in a nameless city deluged by a continuous rain
he learned to play it safe and he never, ever got noticed by anyone
screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky
i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel
i’m pretty sure i’m connected to the moon
this weekend i’m going to try to find out if i’m connected to the moon
dream new dreams
the hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure
there are astronomically more ways to be disordered than ordered
any distance measurement on the scale of the planck length gives us black holes
some situations break your heart but repair your vision
a high-variance integration phase with intermittent clarity
watch out for people who have a situational value system
you missed the exit ramp and now every mile just confirms the mistake
my own morality, my own mind. it’s the only thing that can stop me
where will i meet you
i’m just, you know, kind of happy in the doing of things
no, honey, i can’t lose. no, honey, honey, i, i can’t lose
do it for the plot
a steadfast commitment to scholarship, rigorous research and the accurate, factual presentation of history
impeached for lying while under oath
impeached twice, on charges of abuse of power and incitement of insurrection
caught between the tongue and the taste
nobody loves no one
we’re chained to the events. that’s it
how can i sleep when your hair curls at the ends on rainy days
if you don’t see the problem, you aren’t really looking
47
chaos favors centralized power
grew up at the boundary between belief and fear
and i’m not so strong to be satisfied by all the things i’ve done- by the things it threw away
refuse pre-packaged identity
where might makes right, regardless of shared rules
last i heard, this is what imperialism is all about
to think is to forget a difference, to generalize, to abstract
power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely
name it- is it tyranny or strength, domination or protection, hierarchy or destiny
stir the soup. feel the floor. let the mystery sit beside you rather than on top of you
renouncing all possible lives for one only, with you
as long as you don’t choose, everything remains possible
we cannot go back. that’s why it’s hard to choose
most of the time, nothing happened. like a french movie
pigeon superstition. what did i do to deserve this
exchanging blood for oil, money, and power
amber and aromatics melt the gloom, the dusk’s hot odour through the window streams
it won’t cost us anything
she gets her information primarily from word-of-mouth testimonials, reddit threads, podcasts, and conversations with chatGPT
that’s the way i remember her best
don’t look away- let the fear wash over you
life has nothing to do with money, nothing to do with things. life is dancing
i dreamed about that story when the snow first began falling in iowa
i’m wearing dark glasses today because i’m seeing the future and it’s very bright
i’m a contract you can’t break
to fewer illusions about time, better estimates born of touch, and letting systems do what they’re built to do
and sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on and your friends sing along and they love you
there’s friction in sin
if you are at the forefront of science, i can tell you, you will fail a great deal
so we should aim to get things right the first time because it may be the only chance we will get
reclaim manual control. embrace friction-positive living
cook slowly, build weirdly, read sideways
someone, somewhere, is playing the violin in the background of violence
have more actual troubles than imaginary ones
hold me, it may be years before we meet again
some years back, i had a happy ending in my grasp, but i let it slip away
anyone who thinks the large hadron collider will destroy the world is a twat
security doesn’t create freedom. freedom requires tolerating freedom
i’ve been waiting for you to fall for me
build something that will never scale, never be monetized, never attract users
we’ve gotten good at giving people what they want in a way that prevents them from wanting anything worth having
i hate my opponent, and i don’t want the best for them
open up a beer and you say, get over here. and play a video game.
before, when people had secrets they didn’t want to share, they’d climb a mountain
buy when it expands possibility, not when it erases effort
you had a hollywood sign made of cocaine for us, then you got on top of it and you sang to me- as the snow was falling
if teardrops could be bottled, there’d be swimming pools filled by models
life is made up only of the best and the worst, of love and hate
been drinking too heavy on adderall
i listened to the last message that you left. then the voice from the suicide hotline
i love you. i really love you. i love you
to strive for a quiet mind
words are just a way to get to what’s true
why did we all get sick to begin with
how like a star you rose upon my life, shedding fair radiance o’er my darkened hour
algorithms decide- chaos keeps you scrolling because calm doesn’t monetize well
if it isn’t shippable, monetized, or witnessed, it doesn’t count
you’re endangering the mission
i’m just a soul whose intentions are good- oh lord
sometimes, it’s not about the results- a man is judged by his actions
i feel like this is bigger than us
the more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you
let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
i love going back. i think, in a way, going back is the subway to love. easy, noisy, and very close
low tide
thought you burned, not froze for your sins
oh, when i was a kid, how magic it seemed. oh, please, let me dream it’s christmas time
warmth is conditional, inclusion is provisional, love is retractable
it’s not the same without you
absence with manners
one hundred miles north, the oligarchs clap- all of them turned to hissing serpents, seething & cat-cradling the rotunda floor, their darkling prince droning on & on
木漏れ日
remember what used to be here- that’s what growing old means
次は次、今は今
people rarely know when the decisive moment is happening
even suffering becomes empty if it isn’t noticed. even routine becomes sacred if it is
oh, take me back to the start
do not let comfort make your days unconscious
the prototype required isolation and friction
i don’t know how you keep smiling- i don’t know how you keep smiling- i don’t know how you keep smiling
i don’t recognize the map you’re using, so i assume you’re lost
there is no return state. there is only trajectory
there are power lines in our bloodlines. and if you don’t love me, let me go
committees- that’s how you know things are getting serious
we all know how this ultimately ends
a figurehead whose viziers exercise unitary authority on his behalf, running roughshod over both the law and common decency in pursuit of their own narrow agendas
it would never do for a president to have guards with drawn sabers at his door, as if he fancied he were, or were trying to be, or were assuming to be, an emperor
by the grace of god we will always be a christian nation
the rise of the concept of ‘heritage americans’
i don’t know yet either. but wherever i end up, i’m going to make sure it’s in transporter range of you
a lot’s happened to me since i was you
maybe if i lose it all, i will remember what i’ve got
had my eyes peeled both wide open and i got a glimpse of my innocence
i’m so high, the sky i scrape. i’m so light i hold just one breath
it’s very important to walk away
i’ll be better when i’m older
all houses are dark until the mother wakes up
your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing
i can’t even hardly remember what happened. it’s like a gap- but it left me alone in a way that i haven’t gotten over
why do you drink that stuff- it stinks
you looked happy then
o terror: you are the singer’s voice that travels clearly across the borders. there is no gift we can unwrap without you
no one can believe what’s going on
is four years a long time
you’re too drunk to notice everyone staring at you
and you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine
certainly not, it would be a violation of the prime directive
i regret that you didn’t have a more fulfilling experience
nostalgia can be dangerous when it’s up close
would you stare forever at the sun- never watch the moon rising. would you walk forever in the light- to never learn the secret of the quiet night
massive, unyielding, and incurable affliction with a mind crippling disease
every day the same: people killing, being killed. instead, we cook, clean.
i won’t keep auditioning for reciprocity
i will leave you the way flame curls from wood smoke giving half-hearted chase. this is how i leave you. in my heart. leave you. in my mind. leave you. in my desire
you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste it
sorrow before her was gone like noise from a street, snow falling
photons, be free
do you want to make it forever
señorita, you’re a cheater. well, so am i
and i say ‘take it off’, so you tell me to watch
and i’ll be alright as long as there’s light from a neon moon
let it finish organizing itself
i don’t worry about tomorrow, ’cause my heart is full of you, yeah, my heart is full of you
it only emerges when someone keeps showing up without knowing what the story will be
nobody knows it but me when i slip, yeah i slip- i’m still an animal
من النهر إلى البحر
the poem was finished because the world which had given birth to the poem had ended
ħ ≈ 1.054 × 10⁻³⁴ joule·seconds
five minutes after your birth, they decide your name, nationality, religion & sect, and you spend the rest of your life defending something you didn’t choose
fuck the man
purpose and pleasure are all meaningless
and so you keep the peace long after the peace has stopped serving you
dependable, low-maintenance, endlessly available. emotional furniture doesn’t draw attention unless it breaks
once people realise you’ll bend, they stop checking where your edges are
the cost shows up in the small moments when you realise how rarely you interrupt, how often you reassure, how quickly you adapt yourself to the needs of the room
nobody mentions the part where you slowly become a place for other people to park their emotions while yours gather dust in the corner like an unused chair
everything’s something else and yet itself at the same time. home, you know- everyone and everything is related
the smell of incense rising in the fabulous churches, latin, greek, arabic, aramaic liturgies, descendants of inventors of alphabets
you don’t listen. you never listen. that’s why you’re second rate
rain that comes exactly when you were waiting for it
we’ll laugh and we’ll dance and we’ll cry
because if we don’t, who will
add new geometries to reality
aim to change what the world can think about
don’t forget, it made you want to die
little tiny steps using local information winds up leading to all the best answers
learned that solitude was safer than the conditions others placed on your belonging
self-sufficiency is not just a skill but an identity
more sky per square foot
i long to be myself today, or a version of myself today; like a bird cawing other birds to its sounds pointing with its beak at us shifting angrily in our deluge of name, as i command a pattern
i’ll think about it
water water water was all we could hear, until wild wild wildflowers were all we could see- a galaxy of them twinkling their bright violets and yellows and oranges
she sunned in circuit not, her hat horizontal
take it from someone who kept swimming and found there is no such thing as a sea without end
no, i’m not afraid to disappear
i will look at things i don’t want to see
they’ll never wake us in time
with my feet on the dash, the world doesn’t matter
i lost track of my first kiss
i’ve learned my lesson
i hope you make it
omara s’alas- good news has no clothes
nothing is truly made alone, nothing is self-arising, everything is interdependent
one of the protestant entrepreneurs who looked to the west coast as a land of business opportunity
they say the world was built for two
back at that party, i was all over her. we didn’t make out or do anything- i just remembered, i was lonely
you can’t have a chain link cardboard concert hall
it’s about [executing] the perfection you see in your head
using chain link is saying [expletive] you to marble
when something is speaking to you, you have to put it out in the world and hope it speaks to other people
in the art world, there are no rules
amateur mistake. you can take it from me- they break you right back
as i got older, i learned i’m a drinker. sometimes, a drink feels like family. family
dark star, we don’t need brazzers- feel the world around you. feel the world surround you
i sensed my loss before i even learned to talk
you need to forgive yourself for being human while learning how to be human
a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor
the sooner you be you, the sooner the people looking for you will find you
since i met you, i smile a lot more
if you always see the road ahead of you, it’s not worth the trip
in the middle of the journey of our life, i found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road has been lost
horses walking past like npcs in a zen simulation
opera and astrophotography, backless sequin dresses and hiking boots, museum openings and arc-welding, scientific wonder and late-night sex by candlelight
we all cling to what’s familiar
soon, without really knowing why, you will find yourself talking about the smell of fury and the texture of embarrassment
the more we’re exposed to a.i., the more we unconsciously pick up its tics
love means carving a new scripture out of the marble of our imperfections
mixed metaphors and empty sincerity. impersonal and overwrought
the universe is too interesting to leave early
do you want to live forever
like an explorer standing on the threshold of some half-buried temple — to delve in
pebbles carry the ghosts of the boulders they were and exist in a quiet space between the earth and the sea
be teachable- you learn nothing from life if you think you’re right all the time
garbage
that’s not just romance, that’s thermodynamics with benefits
everything that becomes beautiful leaks a little in the early drafts
science is not supported and is not valued
no clemency for narcopolitics
that’s the difference between noise and biology
growing old is a fabulous alternative to death
burning old drafts to write something truer
the stage light turned off
just my luck, right- lose the hologram and the girl
that feeling you get from healing someone- infectious, isn’t it
you’re my favorite anomaly in the dataset
mok’tah
i still live rent free in their head
remind me about today
i’m thankful.
gratitude is an attitude
help me to name it, help me to name it
one step is holy. two steps is noise
put on one song that makes you feel held, not hyped
visualize one moment from the weekend in detail, like a 5-second film loop
tomorrow- that’s cruel, alice. why speak of a day that is not
a glowstick has to break before it glows
there’s an ocean of pure, vibrant consciousness inside each one of us
nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine
sexy is fun, but waterproof is forever
you know, you’ve got me in your pocket
the pre-dawn quiet before the big burn
builds entire universes because reality didn’t give you enough toys
i could build us a house down across the sea. i’d be there in a hurry, baby come back to me
it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me
i wasn’t, you know, dealing with the full deck
when you’re all alone, i will reach for you. when you’re feeling low, i will be there too
after sunset, can we meet on the moon
i love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmèd sight, what may not bless my waking eyes
when i hear that song you used to hum while cooking
it was make-believe oh, a placebo. i can’t take a loss like that again- i’d rather float off in the wind
honest with the love you give, careless with the way you talk
i ran into love because i needed it to destroy who i used to be
eureka
novelty × pattern recognition × future impact projection
when the universe briefly feels grabbable
find or build the right container for the things that feel important
loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you
and sometimes it’s best when things come to an end
winter knows how other seasons don’t, that stillness is medicine, and silence mends
gravity always wins
find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck
i’m nowhere bound
you’re not good with reality
