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Rocket: July 18, 2013: Xalapa, MexicoBought out to the middle of nowhere and sent flying somewhere on some sort of shot, darted, pasted and sold, subterranean homesick rocket. Dylan didn’t approve, so he sent me the other way and I ran into a block of hammers or a hammer of blocks, either way it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that nothing matters. And the sound of nothing mattering is what makes everything matter. It’s what make the silences in between the edges of the bed so silent and so pure and so daring and caressing. That’s why I can say what I can say. Or at least that’s what I think it is, it could be a million things, of that I’m sure. But if I believe in no definite, how can I be sure of that? I can not even say that I know nothing. Because saying I know nothing, means I know something. And stating that as a definite. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe I know everything. And everything I have seen is everything. And nothing is more. But that’s too simple. It’s too anachronistic, it’s too cynical, too pessimistic and too run of the mill. Easier to be a clever pessimist than anything else. And that’s why the sunset I see only exists through the curtain, through the window, over the trees, sparkling the mountains. Until the fire consumes and the curtains and the windows call for me to send them to an existence of sharp grains, and that’s all there is. The idea of me becoming sunshine. Until it consumes me. Until I become sunshine.
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Jul 18, 2013
May 14th, 2012-Xalapa, VeracruzAdding moon and sunlight to the entire composition of something grandiose / Bigger than its old self / Failing to a find a light in myself
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Jun 30, 2012
Behind these mountains that protect me...I smile, run, jump, happy, shudder, cry FLY FLY / Don't want to learn to do anything else / Have no reason to do anything else
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Feb 9, 2012
NakedWhat would've happened that day, if I would've asked you to come with me? / Was that all it would've taken? / Was that all that you wanted?
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Jan 13, 2012
i'm not sureA *charred* frame / of something / that may have never
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Jan 11, 2012
A Vague Memory of Someone I Think I RememberWhere were you on that day that I met you? / On that day that you leaned against the wind lost in thought? / Were you in the forest seeking a spot where the sunlight bled through?
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Jan 2, 2012
WantsI'm always reminded of a dream that I never had / Where I'm reading a story that I never got to write / To a girl I always wanted to kiss, but didn't
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Dec 28, 2011
the charred frame of something that may have never existedMy smile filled with contempt / Compliments your dry eyes as they try to swallow me / Standing in front of this house we burned down years ago
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Dec 27, 2011
House FireDo you think God can control the waterfall? / Can he stop it from rolling over that cliff and shattering into millions of pieces on the rocks below? / Everything's moving so fast
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Dec 26, 2011
TheyThey exist / They have to / They must
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Dec 18, 2011
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