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megan falley in new york.

you don’t necessarily have to write to be a poet. some people work in gas stations and they’re poets. i don’t call myself a poet because I don’t like the word. i'm a trapeze artist. - bob dylan.

the intangible collective

recordings

this is for the sociopaths
a memoir in ten parts
head vs heart
never forget this
cricket fuel
@ the studio

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2 December 09
“ If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
—

(via qlassik)

-jonathan safran foer, everything is illuminated.

Reblogged: qlassik

Posted: 12:09 PM
brianomnidillon: Last night I went to NP to hold a practice with the new team. This was my first full practice with my full squad. We were only missing my co-coach, the one and only Tracy Soren, who was busy baking bread. This is the team. Little else, if anything, means more to me. SUNY NEW PALTZ SLAM TEAM. WARNING.

brianomnidillon:

Last night I went to NP to hold a practice with the new team. This was my first full practice with my full squad. We were only missing my co-coach, the one and only Tracy Soren, who was busy baking bread.

This is the team. Little else, if anything, means more to me.

SUNY NEW PALTZ SLAM TEAM. WARNING.

Reblogged: brianomnidillon

Posted: 8:36 AM
“daring woman.” made my week.

“daring woman.” made my week.

Posted: 7:33 AM

pimpin' book titles.

  • question: what kind of writing do you do?
  • answer: autobiographical, erotic non-fiction.
1 December 09

if we held a picnic in your bedroom, would we still have to look for ants?

Posted: 5:04 AM
  • me: just got a phone call from the multicultural club of wallkill high school, they want us to perform. (but i don't know how these people get my number...)
  • omni: they get your number because it's all over bathroom stalls from here to china.
  • me: FOR A GOOD METAPHOR CALL MEG 516-555-1451
30 November 09
“ i believe true love leaves scars. you don’t have any.
— amber tamblyn (is a poet. who knew?)
Posted: 6:39 AM
i miss my city.

i miss my city.

28 November 09
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

“i’m starting to feel we stay together out of fear of dying alone. i’ve been slipping through the years, my old clothes don’t fit like they once did so they hang like ghosts of the people I have been. it’s like my heart can’t be tamed and I fall in love every day and I feel like a fool. i have to face the truth, that no one could ever look at me like you do, like I’m something worth holding onto.” - death cab for cutie.

Posted: 6:54 PM
“ Rorschach’s Journal. October 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.
—

Rorshach (via ericcdelgado)

the best books i read this year were all graphic novels.

Reblogged: ericcdelgado

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh