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"   Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.   "
Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories

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"   I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.   "

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"   You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.   "
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You 

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"   Keeping your body healthy is an expression of gratitude to the whole cosmos — the trees, the clouds, everything.   "
 Thích Nhất Hạnh

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"   I hope you have the courage to pursue someone who is worth pursuing, and not someone who is convenient. Convenience is impatience disguised as your desires, you are worth more than what time has told you, you are worthy of finding someone who will wait for you; don’t settle for what is easy, settle for what is good.   "
T.B. LaBerge // Go Now

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"   I think people should be more aware of what they put in their bodies – music or food – it’s your fucking fuel, it’s what keeps you going.   "

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"   i’m not interested in being easy on the eyes
i want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise.
i want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is theirs for the taking.   "
fabiola - for girls who aren’t interested in being easy on the eyes

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"   I want your name
muraled on
the inside of
my lungs.
I want to lay
with you and
watch the sky
melt back and forth
between moon
and sun.   "
Beau Taplin, “a simple enough request.”

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"   We’re fast approaching a Full Moon. Hence feelings are running high, small points of conflict are becoming major disputes while drama queens (and kings) are having a field day. BUT this Full Moon will turn into a total eclipse. This portends a sudden magical moment when trouble subsides allowing peace and perspective to return.
It is not visible everywhere in the world but in much of Australia, the eclipsed Moon will rise up over the horizon on Tuesday evening.   "

Jonathan Cairner

13 April 2014

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"   Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.   "
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night 

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"   i want to put my fingers on your palms and give you my words, and you could fix them; say them back to me as i meant them with your lips on mine, lending them a rhythm that i could never find.   "
Isabella Bezette 

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It’s a beautiful heaven, shining aqua
arrangements on black, scattered
chips of pure turquoise, gold, sterling
white, ruby sand; dimmer clouds
of glowing stellar dust; beads
like snow, like irregular pearls.

Last week, I thought this heaven was
god’s body burning, as in the burning
bush never consumed, sudden flarings
of the omnipresence, the coal tips
of god’s open hand, the brilliance of god’s
streaming hair, the essence of grace
in flames, the idea of creation illuminated.
I believed each form of light and darkness
in that combustion was the glorious
art of god’s body on fire, the only
possible origin of such art. Maybe god’s
body remains invisible until it ignites
into its beginning. I could almost detect
the incense rising from that transfiguration.

But yesterday I believed it to be music,
the circling and spiraling of sound
in a pattern of light, a pattern I might
begin to perceive, each note, each count
and measure of the concert in progress
being visible, constellations of chords,
geysers of scales, the bell-like lyricism
of overlapping revolutions and orbits, deep
silent pauses of vacancy, as we might
expect, among the swells and trills,
the cacophony of timpani, the zinking
of strings. Yesterday this seemed
a reasonable thought, a pleasing
thought. It seemed possible.

Today, I see it is all signal numbers,
static and spate: the sun, 25,000 light-
years from the center of “our galactic
realm,” around which we travel once
every 200 million years, you understand.
I don’t resist the calculated mass of “our
supercluster.” I don’t deny those 100 
trillion suns of our suns among which
we pass, turning over and over day
after night after day. The last “outpost”
in our cluster, before a desert cosmic
void begins, is named Virgo. I stop there
for rest and provisions, to water the horses,
pour oats in their trough, to cradle my child.

I wish I could sing like electrons
on a wheel. I wish I could burn
like god.

Millenium Map of the Universe by the National Geographic Society - Pattiann Rogers 

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"   I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.   "
Sylvia Plath

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Ratatat - Loud Pipes


"   Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible, I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.   "

Mary Oliver, “How I Go to the Woods”  


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