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Frui desi yun

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“She’d break into several pieces and each of the pieces would chase one of the sections of light.”Maddie breaks into pieces.And I’m here, still one piece.She’s so simple, it’s easy for her;It’s easy for her to break into pieces.Her puzzle is easily assembled.She’s lucky. If I broke into pieces, that would be the end of me.No one could figure how to put me back together again.

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Member Since: 19/03/2007
Band Members: katie la la and the tuna other band members
Influences: tuna,the weather girls, the village people"On this bridge," Lorca warns, "life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware." And so many think because Then happened, Now isn't. But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we're involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized that at last something was happening to him. An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Lorca, in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self awareness.
Sounds Like: phantasmagoric
Record Label: tuna records
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Sea Monster Karma : not entirely finished

The sticky coral wreathes of Sea Monster Karma are sticking to you, and me, and everyone we know. It acts as a net surrounding us and enticing and detesting us all at the same time. We are all connect...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 08:16:00 GMT

number 000001

You Sew Round Buttonsyou sew round buttons on meon my eyeballs        &nbs p;  on my peanut butterstickiness. Like how I stick around.on my belly button&nbs...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 08:07:00 GMT

They’re free balloons : Static

She liked to make up stories about the people around her. The people around her were, to say the least, static.To make them less of that and more of something else in her own head, she gave them stori...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 06:44:00 GMT

Mustard yellow communication

Mustard Ties By Katherine McCluer     He asked me "So how did you two meet anyway?" I thought to myself, "Well, I guess the time, I mean the real time, the slice of time when we became...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 23:30:00 GMT

The trouble with spillage

The Trouble with Spillage (Or the Lack Thereof) By Katherine McCluer      His response was spacey. Spacey-cat spacey. Spacey the kind of spacey that treats you like you're a pawn; on...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:45:00 GMT

gold

I feel like I want to change the temperature in this room. But how? Is always the question. How do I go about making a change happen? Ever. I don't know if I've quite got that one figured out yet. The...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 22:15:00 GMT

Taralynn and her loving turtle

Taralynn and her Loving Turtle Taralynn carries her turtle with her everywhere she goes. Everywhere. She won't go anywhere without it. I remember when she first brought that thing home she was so exci...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 22:02:00 GMT

Rusted Root - Send Me On My Way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDdokE1rAMwMusic video by Rusted Root performing Send Me On My Way with Sean Alquist (C) 1996 The Island Def Jam Music Group
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:15:00 GMT

article : libertation of men and women from gender inequality

    I'm an over analyzer. I'm an observer. So when I notice things like the fact that even with the progression of feminism in the past years there is still an abundance of gender inequ...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 11:12:00 GMT

A kerfuffle

Like a. as a. a.   Simile simile metaphor.   I was riding on the bus earlier today and the seats felt low. I felt the skepticism of the other passengers as they scrambled around from ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 18:58:00 GMT