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as cool under fire as a mountain lake
jupiter is setting
and that laugh that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart
on to phase three
do birds fly
every property of the world should be derivable in a non-dippy, non-arbitrary, mathematically self-consistent way
did god have any choice in creating the world
you’re just at the beginning of the adventure
because we need a witness to our lives
possibly maybe
bridges are walked on, but they also connect worlds
a b c. a always b be c closing. always be closing
foundations are ugly. wet concrete is not inspiring
the great and terrible democracy of death abides
we live under the sign of the vampire
it’s good to be soft when they push you down. oh god, turn me into a flower
what do you hold on to
what do you tell yourself
tell me a story, or tell me a secret- it don’t have to be nothing new
you can’t complain when you’re stuck in between the ways that you constantly feel
i know i dreamed you
that is the land of lost content, i see it shining plain. the happy highways where i went, and cannot go again
even when the sun comes up, i’m in trouble
you live your life, you go in shadows. you’ll come apart and you’ll go blind
is it was, was it is
dance. when was the last time you danced
i do love ya, you’re the queen of women
people love cyclic and regenerating universes
geodesic incompleteness
it’s a big enough umbrella, but it’s always me that ends up getting wet
i get it all wrong. i read you for some kind of poem
your love will be safe with me
for them, the word failure has ceased to mean anything
trump corrupts, and absolute trump corrupts absolutely
all that was south is east of me now
instead of the boy climbing up the shrubbery to kiss the girl, he, uh, um, he meets her in a subway station
who owns balconies these days
i think i’ll take a walk now. i am that merry wanderer of the night
you don’t dig. fame flits
like a strutting player whose conceit lies in his hamstring
can a man who makes nine million a year find happiness in a small mansion
all the time punchin’. as keats once said to the paris edition of the new york tribute- keep punchin’
the all-seeing sun ne’er saw her match since first the world begun
that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
he speaks, yet he says nothing
za-za-zoom. ala-kazam. va-va-voom
don’t ya dig- i’m conjuring, baby, i’m conjuring
and who ya gonna find in the backseat smokin’ a buck cigar- hmm- modesty prohibits
the interface between randomness and attention
bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art
i almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days
full of juice and the moon in their eyes
try pushing first, then pull
time is the currency of life. money is not
because you are a taker, instead of a builder. a conniver, instead of a designer. a user, instead of a bringer
the devil, you say
i’m going to work for everything. that’s the fun of it- that’s the kick. i’m going to work for everything
the pleasure is not in the possession, it’s in the desperate struggle to possess
getting it, that was the kick, getting it. not having it
take me down, young man, take me all the way down. if there’s a place lower than this floor
took the breath from my open mouth. never known how it broke me down
that weatherman is a liar, he said it would be raining- but it’s clear and blue as far as i can see
la nuit du tournesol
coherence is optional
do i contradict myself- very well then i contradict myself. (i am large, i contain multitudes)
everyone in the house had an opinion and none of them were correct. the opium may explain everything
you don’t wish for love, jack, you find it
this is about eggs, eggs
a man needs something he can hold on to- nine pound hammer or a woman like you
still don’t know what love means
the sunshine girl is sleepin’. she falls and sleeps alone
everything looks perfect from far away
it’s supposed to be me as a doctor
immediately eliminated
enough of the idolatry of self and money- enough of the display of power- enough of war. true strength is shown in serving life
it’s ironic- the name of the site itself. say no more
smooth as shit from a duck’s ass. let’s take a ride
image is everything
i listened to the cure, i listened to the cure, i listened to the cure, and then i cried
who am i to ask for more, more, more
your trajectory is nominal
i wish i’d have a chance to walk with you to parties
there’s always other ways to do things
the sound of loneliness makes me happier
you look so pretty, pretty like the sun. i could watch forever while you shine on everyone
because it always is
nobody has any idea
stop
a low I.Q. person
we will find out tonight, one of the most important moments in the long and complex history of the world
we have a smart president whereas in the past we’ve had dumb presidents
a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again
and every way i turn inside of a minute, i collide with your laughter. i am wind, and you are chimes
children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow. what are you weaving, labor and sorrow- look to your looms again, faster and faster. fly the great shuttles prepared by the master. life’s in the loom- room for it, room.
leave the yesterdays alone. do something, do something about the tomorrows. they’re the ones that count, the tomorrows. tomorrows- god, let there be tomorrows
open the fuckin’ strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in hell- just watch. praise be to allah
we shall abolish the orgasm. there will be no loyalty except loyalty to the party- but always there will be the intoxication of power
not of how to dominate, but of how to liberate; not of how to destroy life, but of how to give it
distorted by a desire for domination
if you can believe it, it’s a friday once again
and i don’t know where i am, i don’t know where i’ve been, but i know where i want to go
in a minute, you be working fo’ the guy who’s working fo’ me
roll pitch. roger, roll pitch
no sleep ’til brooklyn
there is a company-shaped object beginning to condense out of the air
a witch. that cat was a witch
not a bad outcome, that
i just want politics to be boring again
perfect love casteth out fear
some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all
we suffer more often in imagination than in reality
i change shapes just to hide in this place, but i’m still an animal
so don’t let me die still wondering what it was i left behind. i want a race well-run, ahead of the gun, with a dance before the far finish line
no one has ever gone to war over renewable energy
odalisques, odalisques, treading the pavement with feet pomegranate-stained
ask an economist: in that equation, where do you put the ozone layer, where do you put the deep underground aquifers of fossil water, where do you put top soil or biodiversity
money doesn’t stand for anything and money now grows faster than the real world
you take one of no value and you make him into a symbol- you wrap him in a flag and you make his death work for you
a sparse little man who feeds off his self-delusions and finds himself perpetually hungry for want of greatness in his diet
luck = sampling density in a connected network
the relational topology of a field’s waveform emerging beyond our dimensions
V(Φ) = (λ/4)(Φ² − Φ₀²)²
is the universe made of objects or relationships
i tell them my gratitude is like the sun. in turns it ripens, in turns it spoils
we’ll just keep bombing our little hearts out
with your hand you kept the real world outside
i try to avoid the definition of insanity or derangement
i gotta cultivate bohemia. gotta get a tractor- roll out this summer. you wanna get a tractor with me
leave it all to me- i’m under your sleep. is there any tea left, any tea left
it is happening again, it is happening again
if you built yourself a myth, you’d know just what to give
i have everything i wanted
i’m wearing dark glasses today because i’m seeing the future and the future is looking very bright
i want smell the dinner cooking. i want to feel the edges start to burn
i’d much rather have a glorious failure than a mild success
you have our achilles’ heel
but, face it, you’re a neo-maxi-zoon-dweebie
fear shapes daily life
stop sending letters. letters always get burned
someone told me not to cry. now that i’m older, my heart’s colder, and i can see that it’s a lie
science ↔ life ↔ art
we’re half awake in a fake empire
i wish i had said what i meant way back then
gotta slow down and enjoy, right
to rock and roll
you gotta be brave before you can be good
when life hands you conundrums, you turn ’em into art
shut your eyes, calm your mind. just give it time
but it’s not new york
but i tell ya, it’s gonna be a champagne year
yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon
everything, everything, everything, in its right place, in its right place, in its right place
love with every stranger, the stranger the better
so i thought i’d learned my lesson but i secretly expected a choir at the shore and confetti through the fallen air
the evolution of an idea
on a dark raging sea, ships lay sleeping beneath
the triggers are the guides
i hope suffering happens to you
i was saved by god to make america great again
and i remember thinking to myself- don’t you dare get used to this. don’t you dare. don’t you-
then on the back, draw a map to the ones that are still there
i don’t need congress for that decision. as you probably know- i can make that decision myself. i work with some very smart people
they’re so oblivious to the truth that they’re optimistic
curiosity is love
if you look over the last million years, i guess that’s been largely true. not always, but largely true
it wouldn’t be- was i perfect, it would be- was i honest
that’s the worst thing there is about war- not just what it does to the bodies, but what it does to the minds
it’s an unwanted dream
let him cook
i know you have a heavy heart. so many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
malignant narcissism
the entire history of sadness and i brought a banjo
whether i free it, take it- think i can do anything i want with it
i live down yon, by the creek. i’m a witch man, like my pappy before me
well, i have been quietly standing in the shade all of my days
it’s a controlled hallucination
lists of lists
yes i think we’ve met before
you were so thirsty
people who like twin peaks are party people
stranger who knows all my secrets
regret is an emotional price of real choice
ergodic explorer
chance favors the prepared mind
stable paths tend to minimize friction while maximizing momentum
the intention will define the outcome
i’m gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that i weren’t just another bum from the neighborhood
women weaken legs
there’s no fooling around during training. you understand- i wanna stay strong
i don’t know. she’s got gaps. i got gaps. together we fill gaps. i don’t know
it’s the chance of a lifetime. you can’t pass it by
it’s a living / it’s a waste of life
take off these glasses. you have nice eyes, you know
yo, why don’t you come over here and sit down- it’s a nice couch. i don’t know
hot in here, you know- i could go for some music
yo, come on
you gotta be a moron to wanna be a fighter, you know what i mean
yo adrian, it’s me, rocky.
you hang around coconuts, you get nowhere. they’re lemons. lemons
be a thinker, not a stinker
good night to catch pneumonia, you know
he’s a climber. do you know what you are- you’re a tomato
angelika
stupid rules of engagement
you’ll never make the grade at anything by playing it safe. you accept the terms
hey, you’ll really never know until you’re ready to risk everything
nothings impossible. some things are less likely than others- that’s all
scientists who lose wonder often get trapped at one scale
high-variance life strategy
it’s the beginning, the middle or the end
today will be, yet again, our most intense day
and now i’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you
very complete
a pattern escaped the steel and traveled through the morning
try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell
it’s the happiness in the pursuit, not the pursuit of happiness
if you chase butterflies, they fly away
let’s cultivate some abundance
she stared out the window and wanted. that was all she did on friday. want
longevity multiplies the impact of everything else
know which idea to push through the wall
that was a misspoke
gideon is in the drawer, clothes scattered on the floor. she’s arching her back
i’m looking california and feeling minnesota
there are many things i’d like to say to you but i don’t know how
you make me feel like the king of all of the world
gaudy and cheap. monolithic. appalling
that’s the way it is, likely be more
pragmatic realism with the promotion of wokeness and weakness
follow the money
enrichment for himself, entrenching power, and instability for everyone else
but from the inside this life feels enormous, unlimited
blessed are those who come in the name of the lord
one day, sadness will end. but i don’t think today’s the day
this is the topology of my chosen causal set
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seeing you relieves the pressure. release the pressure
so let’s see how you respond
god save the king
war for peace
i’m going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
that quiet right before a symphony hits fortissimo
final seconds before a launch countdown
breath held at the top of a roller coaster
open the aperture
i want all the feels
i recall the yellow cotton dress foaming like a wave on the ground beneath your knees
because you are a character, doesn’t mean you have character
nothing will be the same in a year
the main thing is that you are gripped by life
ヴァレン
a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles and burns
give me a call, i’ll fly with ya
up there, we’ve got to push it. that’s our job
you’ve got that maneuver down real well
it looks like you need another shower
yeah, i guess when i see something, i go right after it
i heard that about you- you like to work alone
you can’t force orbital capture
whispering the words- vanilla cream pie
running through the high cornfields, scratches that do feel real
tell me what it was like. set the stage for us
it’s better to be a sucker who makes something than a wise guy who is too cautious to make anything at all
don’t quit your day job
evocation requires risk
i spent an entire session of therapy talking about it
i really see you upside down
if it’s not necessary to, then it’s necessary not to
and won’t rely on the moon for anything
keep hope alive- keep hope alive- keep hope alive- keep hope alive
he could talk a hole through a billy goat
my constituency is the desperate, the damned, the disinherited, the disrespected, and the despised
beauty is in the ear of the behearer
your focus on nothing in particular is a brilliant move. just saying
if you give up on your dreams, what’s left
pants
if i saw you on the street, would i have you in my dreams tonight
you find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can
send your dreams where nobody hides, give your tears to the tides
in the darkness i will meet my creators and they will all agree i am a suffocator
all my limbs can become trees
hang in there, my dear, you’re going all the way
well, the worst part of being old is rememberin’ when you was young
i hear that’s a real party place, wisconsin
the sky is sure full of stars tonight
you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes
to the coming true of your most improbable dream
i’m getting close
young seeds that have not seen sun forget and drown easily
happy wvallentine’s day
and i remember thinking to myself- don’t you dare get used to this
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
