linguistics of my life

between the lines, there lies the arbitrary truth of absurdness

February 6, 2014 at 4:50pm
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the problem with being too much loved is you depend on other people. You look for the other people. you long for them. you search, you try to catch. But not because you seek love but because to give love. To transfer the excess. 

December 14, 2013 at 6:03am
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we can be in love, we as you and me.
but you and I can never know what love is for each other, because it has so little about loving itself.

December 13, 2013 at 5:56pm
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I would never know if he was the one that saw what was in me or I was first to discover what I could be with him. 

March 27, 2013 at 1:53pm
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I am thoughts and flesh, words and bones, tears and songs. wounds and holes.  

March 7, 2013 at 7:50pm
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“One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.” 

Kobo Abe, The Women in the Dunes

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I couldn’t say him that my mind was like a Jackson Pollock painting.

March 6, 2013 at 5:08am
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it is not about buying the services anymore. you try to buy time time time 

March 5, 2013 at 5:36am
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lately all I’ve been thinking about is will I ever be able to leave? I’m getting paranoid on things I started to own, things that I like to own. it is possible that someday they would own me? Did they already? What if I stuck with them? Yet still I also feel that I have stuck with an idea that it’s easier to runaway when you have nothing. Is it? But where do you head when you don’t have anything? 

March 4, 2013 at 1:25pm
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… but still in a moment of solitude why do I feel so crowded?