Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Friday, June 19, 2009

I am a wintry soul.

No, I am a rainy soul. No, I am not a soul, without personhood. No, I am the only soul, the everything. But then what would that make you, if anything?
Accepting as foregone the conclusion that you are as hippie as hippie can be, which parts of your hippieness do you denounce? The general grunginess? The transience and shallow connectivity of hippie relationships? The non-productivity of the hippie lifestyle, while the squares grow the food and mend the roads and engineer the furnaces that we hippies survive by?

Do you live with guilt? Do you live with loneliness? Do you live with dirt? is I guess what I'm saying.

Monday, June 15, 2009

“Hi, my name is Radigan. My hobbies are embroidery, racecar driving, and heroin.”

Friday, June 12, 2009

There is no complete joy. Every joy is leavened by the immeasurable sadness of its ephemerality.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

I feel a great sadness for lives not lived. All the decisions made resulting in all the lives precluded...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

We live in a harsh gleaming world, the noise is constant, and the light [I forgot the rest]