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August 26, 2014 at 7:58pm
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August 23, 2014 at 12:50am
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hbd, 2014

hbd, 2014

August 20, 2014 at 7:47pm
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August 17, 2014 at 11:20pm
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- “date”

- “date”

11:13pm
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The sound of light wind
Leaves
The slight of air over shoulder
An afar train the heartbeat on a breeze
Its breaths – lulls and swells
Potential urgency before release into whispers.
Pleasure. Touch, scent, sound, surround. From where? To where. What. Sleep.

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August 15, 2014 at 2:18pm
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August 14, 2014 at 11:03pm
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Adger Cowans, Sun and Trees, 1959.

Adger Cowans, Sun and Trees, 1959.

August 13, 2014 at 2:53pm
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Let her sleep
For when she wakes,
She will move mountains.

— Napoleon Bonaparte

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August 12, 2014 at 9:01am
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Liquid Metal Angiography for Mega Contrast X-ray Visualization of Vascular Network

Liquid Metal Angiography for Mega Contrast X-ray Visualization of Vascular Network

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August 8, 2014 at 12:21pm
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Reblogged from mrdiv
soap bubbles, raindrops, snowflakes
#hexagon

soap bubbles, raindrops, snowflakes

#hexagon

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August 6, 2014 at 11:43pm
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Waxing Gibbous (82%) Bedstuy. August.

Waxing Gibbous (82%)
Bedstuy. August.

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12:08am
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Epithets are used because of the constraints of the dactylic hexameter (i.e., it is convenient to have a stockpile of metrically fitting phrases to add to a name) and because of the oral transmission of the poems; they are mnemonic aids to the poet and the audience alike.

Epithets are used because of the constraints of the dactylic hexameter (i.e., it is convenient to have a stockpile of metrically fitting phrases to add to a name) and because of the oral transmission of the poems; they are mnemonic aids to the poet and the audience alike.

August 5, 2014 at 10:30pm
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Reblogged from fuckyeahthoreau

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.

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Henry David Thoreau

Walden

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August 1, 2014 at 10:41pm
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HEALTH: intro to a short story

The word "noise" comes from the Latin word nausea meaning "seasickness", referring originally to nuisance noise.
It’s time to go.
It’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go.
Eyes wide as she applies liner.
The mark is straight but her hand is shaking. Heart racing, cheeks flushed.
It’s time to go, her head says.
What if lose hold? Can’t speak? Blush, sweat, shake? They’ll all be watching you.
“You’re beautiful – they’ll be distracted by that.”
Blush. Chin high and to the side avoiding the scared eye in the mirror. A spooked horse.
She imagines a dried brain in the blistering sun, stranded in a desert inside of her head – wrung out and whimpering.
Your hands are shaking.
Leave the room. Straightened shoulders. Exhale.
You can’t do it.
Drop the cigarette – back to the mirror – more mascara, a jacket, a gulp of whiskey.
You feel like you’re going to die.
Somewhere, she turned up the music.
You might die.
Closed eyes and let back her head.
How embarrassing would that be?
Finished the whiskey.
It’s not worth it.
Sang along – got loud. This was better. It was working. It was quiet. Get up.
Get up. You have to get up. It’s urgent. Get up.
She got up. It was three minutes to seven. Her alarm was set for seven.
Go.
Sigh. Kitchen. Stove to High.
Tea kettle pre-filled. Coffee grounds.
Her alarm went off in the bedroom.
“Told you.”
Routine. Steady pace. And then the howl.
She dashed to the stove – it was loud – just hot water but pressure billowing out through the lid. She winced, paused, thought she heard something, wasn’t quite sure and so stayed. So loud.
“I can’t hear you.” She smiled.
Lean closer, place your ear nearer the noise and close your eyes letting it fill your head.
How nice.
Sun streamed through the window, lighting and heating the lone scene. She stayed and felt the vibration of cilia, the disintegration of sound, thought, function, the pause, the handicap.
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July 31, 2014 at 11:06pm
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