fuckwit
Current mood: amused

just in case you were wondering, it's in the Apple OS X dictionary:

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Brilliance
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Music

Check this European duo out. They are BRILLIANT!!!! The Knife

Silent Shout
I never knew this could happen to me
I know now fragility
I know there's people who I haven't told
I know of people who are getting old

Wish I could speak in just one sweep
What you are and what you mean to me
Instead I mumble randomly
You stand by and enlighten me

In a dream I lost my teeth again
Calling me woman and a half man
Yes in a dream all my teeth fell out
A cracked smile and a silent shout
A cracked smile and a silent shout

If I explain it once thoroughly
He'll have you later 'cause it's never free
You were at the gigantic spree
I caught a glimpse now it haunts me
I caught a glimpse now it haunts me

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The Gates of Paradise
Current mood: giddy
Category: Religion and Philosophy

A soldier named Nobushige came to Hakuin, and asked: "Is there really a paradise and a hell?"
"Who are you?" inquired Hakuin.
"I am a samurai," the warrior replied.
"You, a soldier!" exclaimed Hakuin, "What kind of ruler would have you as his guard? Your face looks like that of a beggar."
Nobushige became so angry that he began to draw his sword, but Hakuin continued: "So you have a sword! Your weapon is probably much too dull to cut off my head."
As Nobushige drew his sword Hakuin remarked: "Here open the gates of hell!"
At these words the samurai, perceiving the master's discipline, sheathed his sword and bowed.
"Here open the gates of paradise," said Hakuin.

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An ode to distance...

Base Metal
By: Mark Spybey

a meat mine

if you could just see me now,
hands pitted blood red
one clasped to my chest,
the other covering my wound..
base metal..

like some bag of skin

i felt for one moment that I could reach out to you,
that the sea in it's wisdom,
it's green blue wisdom
could for one impulsive moment cease it's spring tide

you're wasting my time

send my aching limbs towards your totem smile..
and that my bleeding might stop..
and that my wounds could heal

nobody has the decency to say anything

and that my arm could weld itself to yours

we dream together

people pour past me a wilting figure
metallic,
wooden,
constrained..

caged
masked
hatred

I felt as if I could see leaves,
I could see summer leaves
that autumns wind had cast to the ground

give it up...

I felt as if I could sculpt time
but in one moment
this sweet clay turned to blood..
sea blood,
un-refined..

we sit in silence

i had hoped to sculpt a memory of you
sea memories,
of intense colours contained within a million sea stones..

spoon fed or watershed..

give it up..
and kill.

jahyawhan.

The new year...
Current mood: anxious

The Muddy Road
A Zen Story

Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.

Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.

"Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"

"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"

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