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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

In case of emergency

my poetry room {15/365}
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

Don't break the glass. What's on the other side isn't what will save you. Gather your wits, or maybe start drinking Gin to start, for some liquid courage. Maybe you're going to save a life today but pressing the right elevator button. Or maybe you'll make your mother late for a hair appointment because she was waiting for you to call her back.

I leave little photographs of memories lying around. My memories. I take a self portrait to remind myself that I am really real. Like pure real life moment. Undistilled living. It's almost a hardship, and blasphemous to say so.

Earlier I was worried about memories going bad. I think they do, they degrade as our brain is slowly dying of old age. Worry puts me into action.

But I know in the end, in the grand scheme of things, that it doesn't really matter. And no, I did not mean quote Platinum Blonde on purpose. Completely accidental.


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  • Blogger Marie-Marguerite says so:
    Saturday, March 17, 2007 1:21:00 PM  

    Color, yellow is nice. It's bright. Cozy. I like it.

    I need to go to the grocery store. I like how you make the basic things sound epic to me.

    The Zen of Falling Apart is the wisdom you implore (is implore the right word?) Inspire? top