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“Appearing better than others is always dangerous, but most dangerous of all is to appear to have no faults or weaknesses. Envy creates silent...”
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So amazing.
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This is your friendly neighborhood reminder to back-up your files today!
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Haikus from last night
2am GrubHub
Six missed calls by the morning
Sorry, pizza guy
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Boom!
Near the top of my list of people I want to meet.
An omnibus budget bill that will affect many aspects of Canadian life faces a rocky ride over the next four weeks as opposition members try to thwart Conservative plans to have it passed into law before Parliament rises for the summer.
Though I have to admit, after the initial ignorant comments made about my opinion the conversation turned out to be pretty intense and kind of interesting with quite a few different sides discussed. Hmm.
(via el-ss-de)
Day Fourteen: Post your favourite poem
Again, it’s impossible to pick just one poem so I’ll go with Punishment by Seamus Heaney.
I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.It blows her nipples
to amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs.I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs.Under which at first
she was a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin:her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandage,
her noose a ringto store
the memories of love.
Little adultress,
before they punished youyou were flaxen-haired,
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeurof your brain’s exposed
and darkened combs,
your muscles’ webbing
and all your numbered bones:I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings,who would connive
in civilized outrage
yet understand the exact
and tribal, intimate revenge
“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then- whoosh, and I’m gone…and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me- ever.”
- Jim Morrison
So I did LSD for the first time at the beach last week, and I took these pictures a couple hours after I dropped. No wonder I stayed at the beach for about six hours straight. Gotta love Tofino.
Day Thirteen: Favourite poet
I can’t pick just one, but right now I’m reading a lot of Dorianne Laux and Seamus Heaney. Check them out!
Day Twelve: Favourite Classic
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Mr. Darcy is another one of my favourite fictional characters of all time.
Day Eleven: Favourite book you had to read for school
Night by Eli Wiesel. I had to read it for a high school English class and it almost made me cry.
