Crash
Crash (2004 film) Opening scene, Detective Graham Waters: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
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Copy that, Bobby.
Aquarius Jan 20 | Feb 18 : While walking in San Francisco, I passed the Pacific Heights Health Club. The sign out front said, “Birthday suits tailored here.” It was a witty reference to the idea that working out at a gym helps people get their naked bodies in good shape. I’d like to interpret the sign’s message in a different way, and apply it to you. The time is right for you to get back in touch with your raw, original self and give it the care and the fuel and the treats it has been missing. Who did you start out to be? What does your soul’s blueprint say about who you must become? Home in on your source code and boost its signal.
Freewill Astrology
The week of October 9th
The Triangle
Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit. It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate the reading idlers. He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers--and spirit itself will stink. Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking. Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh populace. He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart. In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall. The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: thus are things well matched. I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. The courage which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins--it wanteth to laugh.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Sunday Driving
still Sunday
still driving slowly
down this country road
in a long, black Cadillac
pop and snap
swerve on purpose
side to side
grid lets the tires glide
nobody but me
back pocket full of bills
bumper crop
worn square mark, corners frayed
made from the sale of all those round bails
old black and white photo
pasted to the visor
kept there as a reminder
steering wheels hot
sunshine dashboard, mixed tape
gauges nearly stopped
windows down
slower, let 'er up now
crackle and the trees
no dust, just breeze
close to a halt she sways
arm out, perched on her wrist
her friend, her very own wild child blue jay
still driving slowly
down this country road
in a long, black Cadillac
pop and snap
swerve on purpose
side to side
grid lets the tires glide
nobody but me
back pocket full of bills
bumper crop
worn square mark, corners frayed
made from the sale of all those round bails
old black and white photo
pasted to the visor
kept there as a reminder
steering wheels hot
sunshine dashboard, mixed tape
gauges nearly stopped
windows down
slower, let 'er up now
crackle and the trees
no dust, just breeze
close to a halt she sways
arm out, perched on her wrist
her friend, her very own wild child blue jay
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