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[Дек. 16, 2010|08:27 pm] |
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“All afternoon I take it easy and loll around on the sofa. I have nothing better to do. I read a bit – that new novel by García Márquez – and listen to some music. I have myself a beer. Still, I’m unable to give my mind to any of this. I consider going back to bed, but I can’t even pull myself together enough to do that. So I wind up lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.” – The Elephant Vanishes: TV People |
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[Дек. 7, 2010|03:53 am] |
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[Ноя. 3, 2010|06:17 pm] |
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Listen, I’m getting too old for a lot of things but I’m not too old for words, for a baggy pair of jeans and my boyfriend’s t shirts. I’m not too old for wine in a paper cup and a Dunhill everyone once in a while. I’m not too old for Peter Pan and I’m not too old to quote Holden Caulfield. I’m not too old to lay in my bed all day trying to get this story out of my skin, trying to burn it through the paper and leave my thumb prints hanging from each corner. I’m not too old to read books under my covers with a flashlight, not too old to stare at the glow in the dark stars stuck to my ceiling at night. I’m not too old to ride around with the windows down The Rolling Stones turned up, because that’s the way The Rolling Stones should be played. I’m not too old to jump on my bed and refuse to wash my hair. I’m not too old to run around bare foot with a smile stuck on my face even when times are hard and I’m not too old to get out of here. Next spring I’m taking off to hear summer turn into fall, to listen as the leaves in a park somewhere whisper stories in my ear, to fall asleep in the rose gardens, wake up when winter laughs under my sheets, to write letters back home on paper napkins, make lightwaves feel like experiences. To make mistakes, to write poetry in the backest seat of a bus, to exchange a thousand awkward words with people I’ve never met, to do things I have never done on my own before, to fail miserably time over time, to fuck up and never ever ever ever give up. |
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[Окт. 12, 2010|03:09 pm] |
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ты слышишь?
тихие шаги,
бесшумные,
тяжелые.
мне по ушам,
по памяти и по словам,
как колокол по стенам
звон-
дон!
дон!
кричат истошно,
мочи нет
терпенье кончилось.
молчит асфальт
прохожими уставшими,
пытаясь усмерить мой нерв,
разбухший от тоски
по слабости
по робости
по грубости
косаний еле зримых,
которых слишком мало без тебя.
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[Сент. 22, 2010|12:40 am] |
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| | Stuart Stumpman - Dependence | ] |
  теперь всё под замок |
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[Сент. 20, 2010|01:49 am] |
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| | Сигареты / Go Tell It on the Mountain | ] |
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[Май. 31, 2010|01:57 pm] |
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