Wait by Galway Kinnell [06 Jan 2009|01:02am] Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven't they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season will become lovely again. Second-hand gloves will become lovely again, their memories are what give them the need for other hands. And the desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness carved out of such tiny beings as we are asks to be filled; the need for the new love is faithfulness to the old. Wait. Don't go too early. You're tired. But everyone's tired. But no one is tired enough. Only wait a while and listen. Music of hair, Music of pain, music of looms weaving all our loves again. Be there to hear it, it will be the only time, most of all to hear, the flute of your whole existence, rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion. !!!

WTF DICK [06 Jan 2009|05:41pm] So I wake up at 5:43am this morning to a text message. A picture message, actually. A picture of what? Well, I'll tell you. A FUCKING DICK! An unknown someone with a Texas area code decided that the best thing for them to do 4:40 in the morning is to take a picture of their awful dick and send it to me! And not just to me, I can see the message was sent to four other numbers. So I started my day thoroughly disgusted. At work I had my friend call the number to try and get the name of the person. Turns out it's my old friend Jason. He moved away to Texas about 2 years ago, and we lost touch. I am completely and utterly grossed out, and also mildly offended! f11ck!!!

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