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Sleep?

Nah. I’m not in the mood. Pretty soon the birds will start chirping. Maybe I’ll stay up for a sunrise. I haven’t seen one in a while.

It is quiet and calm in the last hours. Soon someone will wake up, the force of habit pulling them out of their bed before they realize that it’s Sunday, crawl gratefully back under the covers and slide through a groggy mist into another dream.

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I’ve been thinking up  a good name for this, my brain factory, so that it can exist on its own. Sorry tumblr. I’ve grown tired of you. I want to give a sense of legitimacy, however faint, to my words—even if it’s only the symbolic victory of a recognizable nametag.




Sketch

Right-wing talk shows are a terrible waste of radio airtime. I wanted to listen to some jazz so I spun that infernal dial. All I found was bad pop music and those old bigots getting fat off their own fumes.




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Portugal. The Man - Stables & Chairs

The abstract lyrics that come out of Portugal’s music are wonderful. I’ve been playing them over in my head for days and I couldn’t be happier. Oddly enough, they remind me of Frank O’Hara.


“Of course there is no formula for success except perhaps an unconditional acceptance of life and what it brings.” Arthur Rubinstein (via ventisette)


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