i feel like throwing furniture.

i believe him because he wants me to.  i believe him until i have a reason not to.  p. 51 jessica abel

also, p. 33:  i want to want something else.  please god don’t let this ruin my life.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author (1817-1862)

seems to be my specialty.

running into poets on the street.

p. 50 provided one surrenders to them with a certain violence
p. 51 grasshopper in his throat; super-determinant role of dream
p. 52 rimbaud’s dormeur de val
p. 64 no, it was not yet these who would be ready to create the Revolution.
p.105 the black star in the upper section represents the idea
p.106 what constitutes the chief interest is the calligraphy of the L’s
p.111 that reality lying at nadja’s feet
p.114 ceaselessly relying on miracle
p.135 it could scarcely be otherwise, considering the world which was nadja’s, where everything so rapidly assumed the appearance of a rise, a fall.
p.143 break from logic, most hateful of prisons
p.159 resolved…never to be embraced at all
p.160 beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.
more nadja notes

a) someone was in my bedroom standing in front of my closet when i woke up.
b) i am having that thing where i continue to see the image from a dream in front of me after i have woken up, until it gradually disintegrates again, but it’s lasting much longer from when i wake up.
c) i am having visual hallucinations, prob due to those pesky d2 receptors of mine.
d) i had a little visit via telepathic video-conferencing.

neither answer has asserted itself as more true than the rest, as of yet.

D’endormir la douleur sur un lit hasardeux.
translation:  We rock our pain to sleep on a reckless bed.
modern translation:  fuck the pain away.

of  emoticons.  i think for me the frequency of lip biting and bunny nose (generally done in private, which is most of the time) may be disproportionate to that of the general population.

this is really well written.  and reminds me of a feeling i had a long, long time ago, so far away it’s almost like it never even happened.