وتنهایی joyful madness

در ابعاد این عصر خاموش
من از طعم تصنیف در متن ادراک یک کوچه تنها ترم

بیا
تا برایت بگویم
چه اندازه تنهایی من بزرگ است

سهراب-

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also, because it has been a while the wind has been kicked out of me and i feel neither as creative or as crazy, i am re-directing you to two earlier pieces of joyful madness, here and here.

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i long for the days when my two constant streams of wisdom came from my two year old cousin just learning to speak in a jambled and confused mix of three languages, and nietzsche. as it is, my mind, soul, and body is in the grip of work, and of the same sort of ‘careerism’ that i once famously abhorred in others.

dammit we needs outta here.
naow!

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meow.

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[file under madness, melancholia, play, the rat race]

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~ by safrang on June 1, 2008.

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