February 2012
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born to die
come and take a walk on the wild side let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain you like your girls insane choose your last words this is the last time ‘cause you and I we were born to die
I have moved from certainty to doubt, from devotion to rebellion.
– Phil Donahue
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January 2012
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impulse
Found and lost My self-control What I don’t have I don’t know
Write it down On my eyes No regret No surprise
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masks
We break, we borrow. Our aching fingers clutch at shards of colour, bursts of opacity.
To hide behind?
Perhaps.
The whirling sequins and feathers are a flashing creation of mirrors. We are there, true enough, but we aren’t seen. We aren’t heard. At times, it is glorious: this twisted andĀ molded version of ourselves, this dancing illusion of all things we aren’t. But we can...
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Revolution is not a onetime event.
– Audre Lorde
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maybe i'm crazy
I remember when, I remember I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space