1. and you’ve been living in a wasteland,

    away from the social lie.

    the only thing that kept you

    treading water in this sty. 

    you find yourself unsatisfied 

    and you rattle the cage.

    you rattle the cage.  

     
  2. Do what you want, to do. Whenever you want to.
    — He Is Legend
     
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    Is man merely a mistake of God’s? Or God merely a mistake of man’s?
     
  4. Strolling along
    By the teeming docks,
    I watch the ships put out.
    Black ships that heave and lunge
    And move like mastodons
    Arising from lethargic sleep.

    The fathomed harbor
    Calls them not nor dares
    Them to a strain of action,
    But outward, on and outward,
    Sounding low-reverberating calls,
    Shaggy in the half-lit distance,
    They pass the pointed headland,
    View the wide, far-lifting wilderness
    And leap with cumulative speed
    To test the challenge of the sea.

    Plunging,
    Doggedly onward plunging,
    Into salt and mist and foam and sun.
    — 

    Carl Sandburg


     
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    Quiet evening :)

    Quiet evening :)

    (Source: addicted2minecraft)

     
  6. throw me in the river, let me sink to the bottom floor.

    fill my lungs with water, never to reach a heavens shore.

     
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    Wheels on the bus go round and round
round and round
round and round

    Wheels on the bus go round and round

    round and round

    round and round

     
  8. 1/2 mile.

    a half mile in newish shoes.

    its dark. my medium pace.

    the wind rushing through weeds in the ditch like so many acres of wheat the world over tonight.

    6 ice cubes, two at once. water, never from the tap. ice, always from the tap.

    Can you measure a man’s mortality in half mile jogs at night?

    a light brushes over the next hill.

    first glowing, then strobing. nothing else on my horizon. 

    the soft shimmer of days to come.

    cresting the pavement. my medium pace.

    his turn signal matches mine.

    Can you measure a man’s mortality at all?

    on my knees now. asphalt still warm.

    side stitches building.

    dry spit.

    and then he appears.

    a turbo prop overhead. lights pulsing in time with the rushes in the ditch.

    leftrightleftrightleftrightleftright

    Can you measure a man’s mortality in half mile jogs at night?

     
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    …yes please. I’m more stoked for this than anything else all year.

    …yes please. I’m more stoked for this than anything else all year.

     
  10. Come, djentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
    — William Shakespeare