Field of Landmines

Former home of the compassionate telepath

12.31.2010

2011: Rules of Engagement

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The future isn't tomorrow anymore, so we have to at least live in today. Certain forms of regressive shit will have to cease, so we can ...
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1.01.2010

2010: don't fuck this one up

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This morning my city is seriously involved in the task of washing itself clean, slants of rain driving against every concrete surface and mu...
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10.17.2009

no more shiny things

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He asked, "What does it mean, then?" She laughed. "What? You - of all people - don't think there's some kind of reaso...
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9.11.2009

attachment

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summer, i swear, still clings to my skin in that barley tangible way of a spider web you accidentally pull your arm through walking through ...
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7.22.2009

life, in cardboard

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After some six and a half years (can it really be?), I'll be again pulling up roots and hauling off to call a new place home. After a li...
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7.05.2009

breaking my fast

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I feel like a creature one from some time before now where things like drawing rooms would have existed where I could claim a delicate const...
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5.13.2009

BC has no fucking heart

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That's all. I'm not talking to any of you anymore. You can take your NIMBY, me-first, gentrifying, scare-tactic-buying, soulless sel...
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