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Ionesco [28 Nov 2007|11:02am] laughter is necessary but nowhere near adequate in the soil.

[18 Sep 2007|09:12pm] "...we were all aware and allowed eachother. The fly who sat on my arm, after his inquiry, just went away, ate his disease and kept it in him. When I walked I avoided the cobwebs who had places to grow to...The flies caught in those acrobat nets were the only murder I saw. And in the barn next to us there was a granary, seperated by just a thick wood door. In it a hundred or so rats, thick rats, eating and eating the foot deep pile of grain abandoned now and fermenting so that by the end of my week, after a heavy rain storm burst the power in those seeds and brought drunkenness into the minds of those rats, they abandoned the sanity of eating the food before them and turned on each other grotesque and awkwardly because of their size they went for each other's eyes and ribs so the yellow stomachs slid out and they came through that door and killed a chipmunk-about ten of them onto that one striped thing and the ten eating each other before they realised the chipmunk was long gone so that I, sitting on the open window with its thick sill where they couldn't reach me, filled my gun and fired again and again into their slow wheel across the room at each boommm, and reloaded and fired again and again till I went through the whole bag of bullet supplies--the noise breaking out the seal of silence in my ears, the smoke sucked out of the window as it emerged from my fist and the long twenty yard space between me and them empty but for the floating bullet lonely as an emissary across and between the wooden posts that never returned, so the rats continued to wheel and stop in the silences and eat each other, some even the bullet. Till my hand was black and the gun was hot and no other animal of any kind remained in that room but for the boy in the blue shirt sitting there coughing at the dust, rubbing the sweat of his upper lip with his left forearm." Billy the kid by Michael Ondaatje in the soil.

summer solstice! [21 Jun 2007|07:22pm] summer officially begins today! 3 stories in the soil.

[01 Jun 2007|04:57pm] Who wants to go to my cabin tomorrow night? 3 stories in the soil.

NDP WIN [22 May 2007|11:12pm] "when the state provides protection for everyone by forcing some to purchase protection for others, it violates moral side constraints on how individuals may be treated. Hence...the state itself is intrinsicially immoral." in the soil.

[30 Nov 2006|06:23pm] I pray take me far away from everything that I am 4 stories in the soil.

[26 Nov 2006|02:08pm] Mark let's be best friends again. Though I'm not sure we ever stopped? 1 stories in the soil.

[25 Nov 2006|10:56pm] I wish, God damn it, we'll make it if you believe 3 stories in the soil.

Now it's overhead. [23 Nov 2006|07:55pm] Being exploited is not fun. Sorry, to anyone who's ever felt i've exploited them, And anyone I ever have. I already can't wait until summer. I'm done classes on the 6th. so stoked. so so stoked. 2 stories in the soil.

the mountain goats: [08 Nov 2006|08:16pm] the rain fell all night and it kept me awake it was still falling by morning. it was hard to take. and you were sleeping on the floor, breathing free and even,. if i ever want to drive myself insane, all i have to do is watch you breathing and at 5 AM, i turned the radio on, and an old mans voice sang a short sweet song, and then the static roared again hungry for blood i heard the rain falling from the rain spout down down into the sweet wet mud, and you punched out all the windows and the wind began to wail and you gathered your hair behind your head like god was gonna catch you by the pony tail, and then the old voice crackled through the static. and i felt young and alive and the hair stood up on the back of my neck we were rising from the grave, yeah yeah. I'm so bloody tired but doing relatively good, The democrats won the house and supposedly the senate, Thoughts anyone? What's everybody doing all weekend? what has everyone been up to? 4 stories in the soil.

D-Day! [29 Oct 2006|01:47pm] Your hands could be my arms We are faint, pale, hosts Chasing saplings, roots White soil, chemicals, glass. It hasn’t been long since. This whole country Carved through endless prosperity Bred thick, black, smoke. Built dark grey puddles. Constructed, contrasting Colours Red, greens, and blues. We planted trees Took back the earth Removed dead histories. Cold, steel, bones. Still tonight When we move We burn Cold, dead, weight. And ash. Hoping poles will flip, Like mattresses, Watching Northern lights from kitchen windows. Forgetting things that grow But in cigarettes and pills. Burying emptiness in time, Learning to destroy In rhythmic absolutes. Last night was awesome, thanks Mark! Islands tonight i am so stoked! anybody who's anybody should come pregame at Jen's. in the soil.

came down from heaven to the branch outside my window. [26 Oct 2006|09:19pm] what's going on saturday night!? Let's hang out. 2 stories in the soil.

you or your memory [22 Oct 2006|10:13am] Miranda's birthday at Shannon's tonight!! Everybody better be there... EVEN YOU! 1 stories in the soil.

[22 Oct 2006|12:19am] I am a door. You lay dormant. He’s a record on your player, watching, You, close your eyes. You’re a needle, I’m the flesh, Crave me, Watch my pressure drop. Your feet, Soft, stone, steps, Tap, three beats, Of red waves rushing in. Your arms are flooded, Thoughts, are hands, Breaking bread, Minutes, are centuries, Dense, evasive, stale. He tastes like fallen snow, And you fit his answer in your palm. Your words hold mouths: Silent secrets, That, Barely fit within your jaw. When sand fell through, The harmony of Canaan prayer, There was nothing told, Of weather. thought as cold as this. 2 stories in the soil.

We're just 2 guys and we're havin a good time. [18 Aug 2006|06:33pm] sleep, be still, the day will come. sleep, be still, the day will come. sleep, be still, today. sleep, be still, today. Smile and i'm gone. Smile and i'm gone. And i'm gone. Smile and i'm gone. Smile and i'm gone. And i'm gone. Trying to find a way. Trying to find a way. Find a way. Trying to find a way, Locked in sand it's all I can give now. Trying to find a way, It's all i can give now. Trying to find a way, find a way. Trying to find a way. Find a way. Bless the vorticist and the spiral. (But) blast the cyst. Bless the vorticist and the spiral. Blast the cyst. Trying to find a way, Locked in sand it's all I can give now. Cause capital's got valves pulling oil like blood from our veins now. And you're fucking with a freedom shoved down the end of a gun, Can't go home, Until you're done. Can't go home, 'til we've won. Can't go home, cause We're still havin fun, Yah, We're still having fun. 3 stories in the soil.

clap your hands say yeah! [18 Aug 2006|06:31pm] good band: Blue you, radiant blue I don't know how you can stand next to me You you talk like a noose And only confuse my perplexity Now that I'm so sad and not quite right I could dance all night I could dance all night Shake your rattle-snake skin And become a part of society Wait on down the highway To see how far I'll come a-run a-run run running All that we had salvaged from the fire Was a waste of time (But) what a waste of time Should I trust all the rust that's on TV I guess with some distaste I disagree With quite a fashionable dispassion for The dispossessed under-stressed Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme And I don't care if you don't like it Or just don't see Now that we fattened the cow And set out to plow unknown enemies "Wow!" shouts the startled crowd "How now did you see what I did see?" the ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies and it looks so nice gee it looks so nice shout just let it on out confusion becomes a philosophy down we're reaching the town where we don't have to stand around and look over our shoulders hell I never knew was what we made it let's just take it slow IN THIS HOME ON ICE 1 stories in the soil.

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[03 May 2006|09:49pm] LADIES BRACE YOURSELVES ( Sexiest Men Alive ) 3 stories in the soil.

[16 Mar 2006|11:01pm] does anybody go to park city anymore? 9 stories in the soil.

[19 Jan 2006|11:46pm] Conor Oberst is my best friend. 10 stories in the soil.

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