Girl in a Coma - "As the World Falls Down" (directed by Robert Rodriguez)

when do you stop feeling like a human and help like a robot?

Social work, is there is any other kind?

No matter what job you are in there is never a time when you are not connected with other people, and with people come their problems, and the universe knows we all have enough of our own without going and throwing a bag of someone else's f*cked up shit in the mix.

I never saw myself doing anything other than connecting with people.
As a child I never wanted to not help
You know how some kids are that way with animals I was and am that way with people.


The difference when you have a bad day at the office, you can walk away from the computer, or rationalize that you need a break, a snack, a time out, but with a homeless woman, or a drug addict or a lost child or a solider there is no break. Only the thought, "have I done everything I can do, presently?"- yet the digression and opportunity to walk away and separate yourself is not literally there for the taking- ,more preverbial i suppose in the fact that it is a skill that has to be taught and then learned .

"My heart cannot serve at it's highest level with out my brain functioning at it's..."

I let the tears fall, because they are human tears, they are compassionate prayers for the lost and dreary.
With time, and more and more education I will learn Robotic Tendencies and filter my heart out my work.
Still a small portion of my heart will be with every person I meet. Because it's not work, it's social work. And I have yet to meet a person who didn't breath air the same way in and out, as you and I do everyday.
I guess when I meet that robot I will turn into one as well.
http://blowyourhornhunter.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-paper.html

what feels like shit might turn in silk

An oyster creates a pearl out of a grain of sand...but that grain of sand is an irritant to the oyster, in response to the discomfort the oyster creates a smooth protective coating that encases the sand and provides relief. The result is the pearl.[from the book 'mind over matter']

I read this and thought about it for a while. Pearls are sought after, and highly elusive, yet their entire vain of existence is produced after mass hysteria in the life and heart of the oyster...so on this particularly low Saturday night, I hope that the bothersome sand in my oyster will produce a pearl and not another letdown

standing over water

can't even see the edge anymore.
i am standing open. with emergency pleading my ears, i am asking...



to explain away the carelessness, this cannot be fixed.
tell me something you can hear, what do you with our state, what do you with our love?
responsibility wears my look thin, and i feel dead with burden.

Mars Volta Rotoscopy - Concertina

Teeth Collector - Pretty Girls Make Graves

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Mausoleum by Miss Derringer

Mausoleum by Miss Derringer

sometime
seriously
can there a be a time
when do you ever stop.
have you heard anything that i have tried to quietly convey to you.
no.
you are ambivalent.
even in your own heart.
I don't think you have even begun to think about where this world will carry your thoughts.
how you will become shaped and changed by all that will follow you.
these choices
these moments
and then combustible levels of grief.
i cannot stop. the idea of a world that doesn't smell of incense and isn't littered with vinyl.
a crime of my heart.
so I will fashion a loop for you to climb through. don't trap yourself again.

The Concretes - Chico

ahh, the concretes. chico friend. chico friend...i do think you have to be a fortune teller to figure this out...

can it be forgotten

how can i stay put?

play along

i cant even begin to let it all go.
why are you screaming.
and when did we stop talking.
close down. drop our ears in puddles of blood.
broken heart. I see promises I cannot fullfill.
But i want it. I want this.
I look at us.
Fuck.
Tonight.
Can we make it out, with preserved hearts, and brains intact. or are we destined to end up how started, confused, dropped, and let go of.

Will I see you, again?
Will we drift away from time we don't own anymore?

The time cannot show me anything that you have not already given me in this starved life of broken time and wondered hearts.

Tuesday.
3 o'clock. hearts. diet cokes. mixed tapes and notes of times we will never repeat again.

I see you sitting on my steps. Broken wine cork and brown carnations.

I look at our high heeled source of pain and I cannot see me again.
Let the love go. Let my heart go. Everyone is joking. I cannot.

Lykke Li - Tonight

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