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I wrote you a poem today as if to slice off the top of my head and show you what exactly is underneath this skull and perhaps, if I was lucky you would stitch the lid back on and by 'you,' I mean me.

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London Street Photography, London EC2 on Flickr.

#london #street photography

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okay

I’m waiting for my focaccia to rise so I can bake it and head out the door.  I want sushi and I need groceries.  and whilst waiting, I picked up my copy of Amanda Palmer’s book. (if you don’t have this book, get it.)  I got to a part that almost made me cry. and right before I decided to write this, I started this part on internet bullying.  “bullying” is such a fucking overused word right now.  BECAUSE it is everywhere.  

now, I don’t post my own thoughts very often.  it’s mostly haikus and whatever photos I’ve decided to reblog.  but, this... I have to say. 

I think sometimes we forget that everybody is simply human, like we are.  I know I feel, I love, I hurt. (yes, loving and hurting are feelings, too, but I wanted to write it anyway.) you know you do too.  and sometimes I feel angry.  I feel mean.  so, I say things.  I think we all say things.  we’re hurting and we want somebody else to hurt, too, so maybe they’ll understand.  or something.  or you just want to take it out on somebody.  and that’s when we forget.  or fail to realize. or something like that. 

sometimes we see a youtube video and we want to say what we think.  regardless of the person who posted it and how they’re going to feel when they read this moment of brutal honesty.  you think you’re doing them some kind of favor.  who knows.  maybe you are.  maybe what you’ve said is the last straw.  I don’t know what the chances of either are.  but I don’t want to find out. 

sometimes something a celebrity has done catches our attention.  and we don’t approve.  so we post something harsh on social media.  I’m sure I’ve done it.  criticize publicly.  “Oh, they’ll never see this.  or I hope this asshole sees it and changes.”  if it had been anybody else, somebody we’ve never met, nobody would bat an eye.  or maybe you’d simply shake your head and think “ugh, fucking people these days.” and then you’d walk away.  or at least, I think I would.  I might even have a short rant about it.  however, I wouldn’t just walk up to that person and just humiliate them.  I don’t know their stories.

that’s the thing.  I DO NOT KNOW THEIR STORIES. you don’t know them either.  sometimes we think we can guess what they are.  and sometimes, we couldn’t be more wrong.  as if you took a person for a multiple choice test. no.  just no.  that doesn’t work.  why the fuck not? because we’re people.  human beings.  living, breathing, walking creatures that have emotions and skin and blood. not some bloody exam. 

look.  if you’ve made it this far into this blob of stuff I’ve just written whilst waiting for yeast to do this job, I want you to understand.  I am not asking anybody to change.  you don’t get to ask that of anybody.  nobody is going to change unless they want to.  I am simply asking you, fellow person, to think. think.  we all feel the need to say mean things sometimes.  I know.  I feel it all the fucking time.  it’s bad.  and restraint does not help the matter.  just... give it some thought first.  maybe write it where nobody else can see it.  or learn their stories first. I don’t know. who knows. maybe, at the end of the day, whatever you have to say won’t be worth the breath or energy you have to use. 

okay.  rant over.  maybe. later. perhaps. I’m done for now.  I guess.

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Simply Kansas (by Stephen Ozga)

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it's been a while

watching waves fish know so well what the bubbles mean air is coming through.

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this is why strangers scare me she had red fingernails and she asked me if i had any tattoos and i told her i had birthmarks and she told me that birthmarks are nature’s tattoos and she walked away this is why i like strangers

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"kids don’t know, they can only guess, how hard it is to wish you happiness"

chelsea, nyc.

(Fuji X100)

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je sais pas

looking for home in a place where I can't seem to find any windows.

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"A group of Maiko girls (apprentice geisha) drinking sake on a balcony, overlooking the Kamo River in Kyoto, sometime around the late 1910s or early 1920s." 

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liu tao

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National Museum of Modern and Compemporary Art, Seoul, Korea 2015 © Youngduk Ko

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Doodling neil gaiman’s latest new year’s wish, in the hopes that it’ll be ingrained in me.

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pensive

people, we think we are people- living, breathing humans, think. maybe.