February 2012
4 posts
Well that was dumb
After the dust devil subsided
I let all the cattle out of their pin
In a moment of panic while the winds were still whirling
We write stories for ourselves, jump the gun, behave poorly
I thought it was kind of like stories or something
Something I briefly dabble in but hardly do
I let all the cattle out and they ran away
I let all the cattle out because I thought that I...
supernoondles:
St. Vincent - Marrow
On the road back to the burrow the rabbit noticed its previous footsteps. Attached to these footsteps ghost footsteps. Attached to those ghost footsteps were even more footsteps. As the rabbit mounted a hill, almost home, it came upon a great valley it had come across a few times before. Having walked all over this valley, the ground was covered in old tracks. Oozing out of these tracks were more...
Fearlessness and youth
Awhile back a man and I worked together on a project. It had gotten late and I made the poor decision of staying the night. If anything I got out of it a few really interesting stories he told me about his time serving in the military. Being a citizen of Israel during his formative years he had served in the military for at least 4 years I think. The details of the most interesting parts of his...
December 2011
6 posts
Sometimes I don’t know how I can bear to take any of my thoughts so seriously. However I think that earnesty is one of the qualities of mine I respect the most. I am earnestly silly and earnestly serious. I dont think I am, yet, totally a cynic.
It is terrifying that we are not protected by narratives nor story structure unlike all our gods and heroes. It is a raw, naked, vulnerable state of being to exist outside of a story.
I believe that I have something important to creatively contribute to the world.
I believe that I am an ok human being.
I think.
November 2011
4 posts
Unmedicated
You forget, you forget how this feels, every time, those divine highs and lows.
I am a bull racing toward the mail box. My running feet turn into air.
No package.
I race home, this jersey dress feels like nothing as I leap like a track star over an invisible hurdle.
Tonight I will cry for no reason. Weep for the earth. Its a guarantee. As my serotonin and norepinephrine scramble to find...
I think that there are two different kinds of morality out there. The ethics of our decisions are dictated by two separate things: our scale of right and wrong, good and bad AND intuitive compassion and empathy. I think the difference between these is the same difference between wanting to be a nice person and wanting to not harm other human beings and genuinely wishing others well. If a person is...
October 2011
11 posts
Anonymous asked: IM me on Yahoo Msngr it's important. my username is greenturpenMM121233
there is no such thing as closure but you can rub...
I did it to be a new person
and then immediately after I went back
I accepted the advances
and I played like it used to be
and I said stupid things
and then both of us left I think
mostly you
because you found a purer thing
Ive deleted everything
I think
I started with my hair
I think
And continued
after a delay
with your number
and all of the traces of you in my things
And now I...
My own baby fight club of wut
Im so fucking glad SO FUCKING GLAD that when I come home from drawing all night, you crazy motherfuckers leave a message on my mirror saying youre gonna beat the shit out of me and I fell that I have never been so incredibly understood by a group of people in my life.
Leggings and Jesse I am so glad that you can beat the shit out of me in the common room or pitiful girl fight in front of...
At 4 in the morning I sometimes compulsively check frantically
has the world changed?
has the world changed?
has the world changed?
relieved
and at 4am
most of our personal worlds are still
The space between
Some people hear the world cry
Some people hear something crying within themselves
I hear the space between the world and I
It is crying and screaming and incredibly restless
And I know that both the world and I can hear it
Can feel it tugging at both of our hearts
And it keeps me up at night grating on my closed eyelids
And I would give anything to let my particles merge
With the ground
And the...
Molly: No, it can’t be. Can it be? Where have you been? Where have you been? Damn you! Where have you been? Schmendrick: Don’t you talk to her that way! Unicorn: I’m here now. Molly: And where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young maidens you always come to? How dare you! How dare you come to me now,...
Sometimes, in Los Angeles
Its around 5.30 am. Im finally walking back from the animation building. The sun isnt up yet, or if it is the LA fog smog mist whatever is totally obscuring it. Its windy and dark. The trees make eerie noises. I walk down my street, lined with dilapidated late Victorian American craftsman hybrids. There are absolutely no people out except for the leathery old woman approaching, pushing a stroller....
It is fantastically unnerving how small our world is at 7am,
Having never gone to sleep.
Its fantastically unnerving that as humans,
with our electronic tendrils
growing into each and everybody’s living rooms
that we could be alone at 7am on a weekend
having never gone to sleep.
September 2011
4 posts
There was a seed that grew before me
Someone that never existed
Who would have been born in chaos
Without this person
that never got to exist
I would not exist either
Do you turn in your early grave,
little boy,
when things are sad because of you?
Do you smile,
little boy?
Do you smile to see that others were wrought
from your ashes?
And oh! Little boy,
I cant know that you were ever supposed to...
Dear universe,
Please give me someone to follow.
Dear universe,
Please make everyone happier.
Dear universe,
Please make people easier to trust.
Dear universe,
Let me see more good in people again.
Dear universe,
Take me on another adventure.
Im ready for an adventure again.
August 2011
3 posts
ohnorunawayfast-deactivated2012 asked: I feel like if your art and Josh's art had a baby
the baby would explode
and there would be blood and acid and mucus everywhere
but no one would clean it up because that's how SCA animation rolls.
the baby would explode
and there would be blood and acid and mucus everywhere
but no one would clean it up because that's how SCA animation rolls.
LA, Class, and "No Growth" communities
Walking down the promenade on a crowded day is nearly impossible comfortably if your group is larger than 2 and you all want to walk together. I think its because nobody has had the sense, or really cares, to establish a side where people are mostly walking one way and walking the other. I think that the natural establishment of a group flow dosent really come naturally to most LA residents in...
July 2011
12 posts
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A school year retrospective
I think we all have a tendency to look back on the past at things like high school and think “oh that was kind of nice.” Sometimes im overcome by bouts of existential neuroticism where I worry about not being able to recapture bits of remembered feelings, excitement etc.
But Im kind of only remembering the good parts. High school was fun at times but it also actually really kind of...
June 2011
12 posts
Taking stock in journeys
I use public transport a lot. Well not a lot, I dont commute by bus or train everyday, I carpool. But I use the metro, bus and train system of Los Angeles frequently enough that it would probably be worlds cheaper to buy a yearly pass.
There are people that I meet that connect other people, the kind of people that strike up a conversation with everyone that dosent look busy or threatening. I am...
Dear tumblr and a thought
As much as I post on tumblr and re-blog(which happens very rarely) on tumblr and browse tumblr on tumblr I feel like something needs to be done.
Basically, all yalls blogs full of reblogs are cool, they speak to me, theyre full of things I like. They are full of things other people like who post on here. And they are full of things that say “im lonely” and “I feel alone and...
I can take any of you on a journey with me, it only takes a day of your time. It only takes courage and an imagination. It only takes open hearts, minds and eyes. It is about people and places and things, but mostly its about a collective story that we can be a part of. You can tap into the heart of the literature of the world, all you have to do is open yourself up and see the joy and beauty in...
5 little rabbits went to school one day. The little rabbit school teacher pulled one of the little rabbits aside. As the little rabbit teacher ran its claws down the back of the little rabbit it whispered in its ear:
remember, everyone is really fucking lonely but they just want to be lonely by themselves all by themselves
Little rabbit had always had a hard time connecting with others, it...
