tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14441033918250135512010-03-22T01:17:58.574-04:00- run, child, run!John Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832261556063221909noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444103391825013551.post-71578582049097144692010-03-19T20:22:00.000-04:002010-03-19T20:22:03.324-04:00

This song has been in my head ALL day.  I have to get it out. 

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This is how I felt today:  On a program I was watching, on HBO, this older man (67) said this: "I've still got plenty of time left. I'm young until they put me to rest." I dig that.  I have some very good things happening with me right now, as far as the writing is concerned. I don't want to speak on it because I don't want to jinx the good, good that the Muse is feeding me. Besides, no one is

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So, I suppose that it's possible that our flaws can be transformed to work in our favor. I'm not a procrastinator, but I am easily sidetracked. My focus just isn't what I'd like it to be. But it is what it is. I am not a single minded individual. When I write, I juggle many threads, trying to piece them all together, searching for new threads to weave into the fabric. Being sidetracked comes

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I love this song.

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After I have my negative bouts... as soon as I get the expression out, I get this calm positivity.  I was browsing through some photographs in my photobucket account and came across this collage I made a long time ago for my MySpace account. It could definitely use some updating with some newer pictures added, but every image that I can make out brings back memories. Check it out...   With all

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I watched maybe three hours of TV today. During my detox that's supposed to be ZERO hours, but I was also writing in between commercials.  Ugh.  The rest of the day was bland. Boring. Morose, even. The weather was mediocre, my activities were mediocre. It was all one big soup of blah blah blah.  To make matters worse, I started thinking about the situation I'm currently in. It's not something

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Took the advice of Zen Habits and decided to detox for a minute. It's day one and already I'm struggling, hah. Yesterday was the prep. day. Barely responded to text messages, was concise and brief (not rude, just not babbling either). Today is the first official day. Or maybe, I should push the first official day to Monday (tomorrow). I don't know. I need to get out of my mind for a minute and

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Dinner with Stacey tonight. He's bringing the movies. I'm cooking the food. In his world, that's a fair trade off. In mine... meh. But he's funny. And funny = bonus points. One day, you may see epic photos of this glorious night. EDIT: There will be no photos. I'm trying to move on, really, I am, but none of them are ever YOU. Fuck it.

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Happiness is made up of the little moments. They build up to bigger moments, bigger emotions. It's that sense of contentment and warmth in the tummy. I think someone has just boosted my happiness - all because of one little thing. Sometimes, I don't hate men so much.

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Love is insane. Beautifully insane. It brings clarity in the midst of confusion, and inspires revolutions in the midst of oppression. Polly Epsy said that love is a fallacy, but I think love is the closest thing that mankind has to a god. It causes you to think daring thoughts, to act boldly, and to dream of a better tomorrow. Love gives births to dreamers. Romeo and Juliet were dreamers. Clytie

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I have stumbled across this magnificent list of rules for writing. These rules are not offered to be followed without deviation. They are a collection of advice from established writers. More than once I chuckled.  Ten Rules For Writing A small selection of my favorites (which highlights things that I do, or should do):  Diana AthillRead it aloud to yourself because that's the only way to be sure

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Oh fucking noes! So, Saturday I went out with my best friend (whom I hadn't seen in ages!). As usual, I try to be a "g" (a.k.a. "gangsta") and take a lot more shots and free drinks (I was exceptionally cute that night) than I should have. To keep the story real cute, and slightly vague in case my TRUE LOVE is reading this, I did some bad boy thangs. It was one of those nights when you wake up

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I'm realizing how amazing life can be.  It's 2:46 a.m. at the time of this typing, and I am in such a state of peace. Maybe it's exhaustion wearing on me to the point where nothing else really matters. I don't know but I really feel so fucking alive. Not alive as in exhilarated, but I feel connected to that deeper well that surpasses trivial things. I am in a state of transcendence.  And it's

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"That's what so many people never understood about us. They expected us to take the things we believed in seriously, which we never did - we weren't intellectuals."- Andy Warhol

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I was just watching Rihanna's new video for Rude Boy, and I couldn't help but get some serious Beyonce circa B'day video vibes from it (Upgrade U, Freakum Dress, particularly Kitty Kat). Not necessarily the coloring, but the outfits and Rihanna's supposedly-sexy posing. I don't want to call Rihanna late, and I'm not even hating 'cause homegirl is making bank, but is this really originality? On

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Can I afford a bit of beauty so late in the night?  Good bye, paradise. I'm not waiting up for you. Not tonight. 

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Some people are destined for things much bigger than they are.  That realization hits you when everything in your life starts to crumble and you realize that the only way you'll survive is if you do what you are supposed to do. Like my mama said over winter break, "Write, son... write and write and write and write." For me, as an artist, the picture has never been more clear.  When the computer

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First off, let me just say that there are so many old school Mariah Carey song (and some moderately not-old school songs) that paint the perfect picture of my relationship-life. From Butterfly to My All to Shake It Off to We Belong Together to Lead The Way to Stay The Night to Breakdown to Always Be My Baby to Circles to Last Kiss to Love Story. Oh, the memories that come rushing through when I

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Love does not just sit there, like a stone; it had to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new. - Ursula K. Le Guin

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We can never keep shit simple.    It's that Creole sexy all over me.  ...bad, bad, bad, bad red bone.

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In any relationship, there will always be the one whose energy dominates, and the other whose energy is dominated. Know the role that you play. Dominate or be dominated. There is no such thing as mutuality when it comes to energy - you're either positive or negative, added to or subtracted from, predator or prey. Get with it. C'est tout.

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The gods who do not call my name. I have chosen not to wait for them with withering arms in a rusting temple. Instead, I have taken freedom upon myself and have embarked on a journey that will place me in the presence of love and desire themselves (not the heralds thereof). In a year, if my account has been settled with karma, I will find love and desire. If karma has decided that my crimes are

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We wait in this place for the gods who do not call our names. We groan and we sit, we moan and we die. Our temples are barren, our rivers run dry. The fires won't burn and the doves will not fly. And we wait, and we wait, and we wait... We sit and we age, we age as we sit. Our dues are unpaid, our passions unspent. The fires have failed and the doves have all died. Yet we wait in this place

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I will always choose me. Always. That is all. Love and be loved.

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The above is a dichotomy, and it perfectly sums up where I am at this point in my life. Note: I hate people who do the "peace" sign in pictures. Haha. Any melancholy that I feel stems from my lack of ability to determine the type of person that I want to be. When I'm feeling reserved, I am polite, intellectual, dispassionate to the point of discomfort, and moderately stimulating. When I'm

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