October 2011
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August 2011
6 posts
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WatchTumblr Accent Challenge:
Your name and username. Where you’re from.
Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY
What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?...
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Alone with Everybody →
chys:
Alone with Everybodyby Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all...
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Making green chili stew. I officially miss not only the people, but now the food as well. New Mexico.
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Tonight, I wish I smoke. I don’t want to actually smoke. I want the excuse to go outside right now and just sit. Be. I want the clutter of my room to escape my head just by going outside to do something. I can’t think here. I feel really trapped but in a sense that’s not very familiar to the meaning of the word itself. I now understand what Rhys means when he says he likes...
Sitting feet on the ground, knees bent. Sweating trying to reach the breeze. Tilting the glass allowing drops to collect on my knees. Watching them as they slide down. They seem familiar. I think I’ll let them reach between.
July 2011
2 posts
Poetry, Thoughts, Photos, Songs: Questions →
chys:
I made a questionnaire the other night at 3 am. I’ve been having my friends take it and I thought it would be interesting if anyone on Tumblr wanted to take it too. So either reblog it and answer the questions there or send it to me in an ask and I’ll post it. This is just for fun, so no pressure….
I answered these the other night around 2 for Rhys. I recommend doing it. I also...
June 2011
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I get envious
when I find out my boyfriend is out late with his friends. Not because he can’t talk to me. I’m glad he is out. I wish I was out in the same way he is. I don’t have people to talk to in my hometown like he does. I want to bring back some St. John’s friends to talk to late at night when I’m especially thoughtful and lonely. I keep getting the urge to talk with the...
May 2011
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Poetry, Thoughts, Photos, Songs: Some thoughts →
chys:
I have spent the last (10, 20, I don’t know) minutes vaguely crying and writing down some thoughts. Cho was right, art doesn’t fully exist without an audience. And neither do thoughts. If you share them with no one then what use are they? “We are dim shapes, nothing more.”- Ajax, Sophocles. I…
April 2011
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Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds ...
You know the idea of someone not physically with you, or at least you can’t see or hear them, then how are you to know they are existing in that moment since you can’t actually see or hear them? What happens to others when you are alone, out of sight from everyone and everything. What are we? How do we exist without comparison?
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Rhys Conger's Bandcamp. Please go check out his... →
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Rhys Conger original song.
I’m not looking forward to going home for summer.
I’ll miss my friends.
I’ll miss the books, but it will be a nice break for about a week. Soon I will want to go back.
I’m not very excited to see anyone other my family. I just wish I could live with St. John’s people in the real world, outside of this little cult of ours.
Hopefully I’ll get to visit people...
I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. Or at least I’ve been trying to. But I’m not very tired. Sleep is the only way for me to escape thinking about everything I need to do and not feel guilty about not doing it right away.
I feel like I need a release for my built of stress. I just don’t know what to do. I have a lot of options, I just know if I take advantage of them that I...
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I smile now because I can pretend.
I don’t remember cringing this much.
But maybe it’s always been there.
I feel like I don’t know why I
do all of this.
I knew once.
My chest is beating too loudly.
I know this.
I never used to.
I’m trying to remember the last time I
felt unexplainable happiness.
Maybe it was just an act anyway.
I just want to know it’s...
January 2011
8 posts
LARGE INTESTINE
Look in the mirror. Let us both look.
Here is my naked body.
Apparently you like it,
I have no reason to.
Who bound us, me and my body?
Why must I die
together with it?
I have the right to know where the borderline
between us is drawn.
Where am I, I, I myself.
Belly, am I in the belly? In the intestines?
In the hollow of the sex? In a toe?
Apparently in the brain. I do not see it.
Take my...
TROUBLES WITH THE SOUL AT MORNING CALISTHENICS
Lying down I lift my legs,
my soul by mistake jumps into my legs.
This is not convenient for her,
besides she much branch,
for the legs are two.
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When I stand on my head
my soul sinks down to my head.
She is then in her place.
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But how long can you stand on your head,
especially if you do not know
how to stand on your head.
-Anna Swir
THANK YOU, MY FATE
Great humility fills me,
great purity fills me,
I make love with my dear
as if I made love dying
as if I made love praying,
tears pour
over my arms and his arms.
I don’t know whether this is joy
or sadness, I don’t understand
what I feel, I’m crying,
I’m crying, it’s humility
as if I were dead,
gratitude, I thank you, my fate,
I’m unworthy,...
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My Translation of Robert Desnos' "J'ai tant rêvé... →
chys:
J’ai tant rêvé de toi
J’ai tant rêvé de toi que tu perds ta réalité.
Est-il encore temps d’atteindre ce corps vivant
Et de baiser sur cette bouche la naissance
De la voix qui m’est chère?
J’ai tant rêvé de toi que mes bras habitués
En étreignant ton ombre
A se croiser sur ma poitrine ne se plieraient pas
Au contour de ton corps, peut-être.
Et que, devant l’apparence...
chys:
I Just finished writing a song I’ve been...
I’ve been in a weird state of mind today. I thought skyping with my boyfriend (who is in his hometown of Berkeley while I’m in Oregon) would make me feel better. I’ve felt like that would do it for me the past few times I’ve been feeling weird because just the ability to talk about these things makes me feel better. But whenever we skype I’m either distracted or he is...
I’ve been feeling really strange this past week or so. I thought my feeling of loneliness and lack of direction was a new feeling, like I’d never felt quite this way before, but I don’t think that’s true anymore. I just laid down to read and I realized, I’d been in the same position with the same feeling many times before. I guess I just never really realized what...
December 2010
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Seed
chys:
It starts like a seed:
that something is wrong.
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And you begin to feel it
the branches growing
up through your stomach
and chest
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And soon you have leaves
resting on your lips and
covering your eyes so that
you cannot see
where you used to and now
you can only look up
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And you start to notice
the birds and the
trees where they live
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and the sky with it’s surprising
...
November 2010
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I’ve been feeling kind of dead these past few weeks. I’ve just been cramming thoughts and ideas into my brain, trying to stuff as much in there as I possibly can, and I sense I have no more room left. I can’t regurgitate a lot of the things I’ve been thinking and learning; they go in and either get lost somewhere or they’re hibernating, tucked away in the caverns of...
August 2010
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Santa Fe
The city I now call my home.
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I like talking to him.
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God, I’m so NOT a romantic. It’s to the point that I’m becoming terribly afraid that it is resulting in me becoming a ridiculous, hopelessly foolish romantic soul. God damnit. Anyone else feel like that?
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10 more days: my life as I’ve known it.
National Crotch Kick Anyone Who Touches Your Chest... →
mmmfeminism:
“Since it seems that Facebook is going to allow a national sexual assault day (aka National Boob Grab Day), this event is for anyone who gets their boobs grabbed on that day without their consent.
We’re told that it’s just a joke and that we have no sense of humor. But the fact is, we live in a rape culture where a majority of women end up being sexually assaulted in their...
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I’m People are so versatile.
Sometimes, I can’t believe how differently (but still true to who I am) I act with various people. One of my closest friends could not clash more with some of my other closest friends. I don’t act differently for approval but I do have layers, and they’re all important, not equally so, but important enough to be shared. Everyone has layers;...
July 2010
36 posts
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You know when you're doing math and you just kind...
dopamineandnorepinephrine:
COLLEGE. FINANCES.
That’s all I’m saying.
I am going to cry.
That’s exactly how my brain felt when I did my college finances. What should have taken me 10 minutes took about an hour and a half.
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Disney's 10 Hottest Guys →
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For as much as I love comedy shows, why have I never seen one LIVE ya know, in person? The Force must just not wish me to see anything I will find infinitely enjoyable. Daniel Tosh is doing a tour…Oregon dates? in November. Will I be here then? NO. December, I will be, but no. Shows in New Mexico? Week nights only. I have classes people and the nearest show is 60 miles away. WOE IS ME. Dear...
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I’ve been really anxious to make new friends the past few months. Luckily, the time is a coming.
I love the feeling of smudged ink on my hands.