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Enduring philosophies and favorite quotes

“Being someone’s friend isn’t about what you should have done. It’s about what you do.”

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“i don’t think you notice when you see my face i guess you’re waiting to spin me around again wheels i guess are turning somewhere inside my head i know that this is deeper than you get. ..so much for talking, it’s all been said before; i’m hearing something, but i wish you’d just say more.”

Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.

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10 August 2008 Sunday

out loud

slated in mused at 5:47 pm

What do our gravitations and small choices, like favorite things, say about us? Our song and scarf preferences?
Is it in the title? the lyrics, or the tune? the colors, material, or dimensions?
Patterns?..?

29 July 2008 Tuesday

slated in mused at 7:28 pm

I believe in choice. ‘Doesn’t mean I want to be the one making all of them.

I believe in being responsible to oneself. That does not mean disregarding the values and hopes of others for me.

revisions and gaps in history

slated in mused at 5:49 pm

If one remembers only after weeks or months have passed, then what is left to be moved or hurt by?
If something can wait, it can probably keep waiting.

28 July 2008 Monday

slated in mused at 5:58 am

Patience can be overrated.
But sincerity… there seems to be a solid place for that.

22 July 2008 Tuesday

re: Dark Knight

slated in consumed, mused at 5:00 am

I don’t think it’s ever occurred to me that “laughter” could be turned to “slaughter” with the simple addition of an “s”. That disconcerted me quite a bit, for some reason.
An agent of chaos cannot be viewed with merciful eyes. He’s fascinating, and even appreciable if you can bend your mind around, but he is beyond saving, and an asylum/prison is a silly place to put something that promises itself as an unstoppable force of destruction. It’s not even as simple as kill or be killed, it comes down to something much simpler. He won’t just kill you, he’ll maim, torment, kill, destroy—according to whim and level of chaos factor—your family, friends, city. And you won’t kill him because it’s against your morals? As far as a selfish choice goes…

17 July 2008 Thursday

slated in mused at 4:52 pm

Thought more about the parable, and the piece that had not made sense to me was the mention of “hiding” the treasure. The kind of treasure it would be likened to should not need hiding and even if it was meant to convey a great treasure, then the word choice of hiding it should hold significance.

16 July 2008 Wednesday

slated in mused at 10:14 pm

Even 8, 7, 6, 5 years are significant.

14 July 2008 Monday

slated in moments, mused at 9:57 pm

There’s a crease threatening to form between my brows that would not be cute in 30 years. But the hard scowl is essential to Angry Ali look. I don’t know what I’m going to do :-/

I have mini injuries all over. knuckle bruise is still there from table hockey (on my middle finger.. which makes guilting the responsible party a lot more interesting..). hole in foot still healing from the nail. bruise on arm from tetanus shot. both shins in definite pain anytime I walk now. bottoms of feet feeling very worn. bruised finger on my left hand somehow. and all of those are too minor and not painful enough for me to complain about — but that won’t stop me. :)

Sleep has been escaping me pretty thoroughly. But it’s really hard to complain when you’re kept up by good things.

10 July 2008 Thursday

slated in mused at 7:39 pm

I don’t want to delete or edit them. I don’t love running into them or knowing they’re there.. but
Whether ultimately mistakes or not,
they are as was when they were written.

08 July 2008 Tuesday

slated in mused, mood at 12:07 am

Whatever it takes. Except that it takes two..

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