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So with that, ugh, nevermind. Happy new year to y'all.


P.S. I was gonna write a 2007 Wrap-Up post but I decided not to because it'd get me all too f'ed up again. Well, either that or I'm just being my lazy self again. (things never do change..)

P.P.S. The photo attached isn't from this year's new year. I still don't have a digital camera.

]]> ~thedimemachine http://thedimemachine.deviantart.com/journal/14418998/ http://thedimemachine.deviantart.com/journal/14418998/ Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:47:45 PDT What if it wasn't for real? What if you misjudged?
What if your "intuition" fucking failed you?

Someone started saying some really bad shit about me, and it sucks because that person used to be someone who i considered really important to me. What sucks even more is that the people that that person spoke bad to me about have been my friends whom I've known for years. See, I've had people saying a helluva lotta crap about me and i just brush them off because i ain't one who gives a fuck about those but i think this went overboard. I hope i got this wrong but from what I heard, maaaaan. This sucks.

Everyone who knows me (except for the ones who you spoke bad to me about) knows that i was never into that thing that you are accusing me of. You can ask them for my track record if you want. I only did that once and I remember telling you how much it killed me. I may have kept stuff from you but that was because it was too personal and i wanted to handle it on my own and not because of anything else. And you know and I've told you how I am never capable of doing such thing. I told you my story and I thought you got what it meant so it sucks that you had the audacity to go with this.

This goes out to you and you know who you are and what you said/did. It's never been me to speak ill of others, no matter how fucked up they are. And I suggest you do the same. I am very much happy with what i have right now (i could provide you with a timeframe of how it came to be so it would be clear to you) and i hope you get yours too. You can talk to me if you want. I'm dying to prove you dead wrong. I hope you get your facts right next time because there are people (not me) who are affected with the bullshit you pull. Thanks.

P.S. Screw you and your false accusations.

P.P.S. I am waiting to hear from you.

]]> ~thedimemachine http://thedimemachine.deviantart.com/journal/14253152/ http://thedimemachine.deviantart.com/journal/14253152/ Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:19:45 PDT by Saul Williams

the square root of kiss is a hum
i hum under my breath when i contemplate the drum
of your heartbeat
and my heart beats for your breath
i revel in the wind for mere glimpses

i'm tornado over you
would you look into the eye of my storm
i whirlwind through your life like breeze
and fill your lungs
as we achieve the second power of a hum

i love...

as instruments come to life
through breath
the wind sends my high notes to indigo communions
with Coltrane's Favorite Things

...this is my body which is given for you,
this is my blood which is given for you...

my love like the wind, uncaged
blows time into timeless whirlpools
transfiguring fear and all of its subordinates
(possession, jealousy, fear)
into crumbling dried leaves

my love
is the wind's slave
and, thus, is free

my love
is the wind that is shaped
as it passes through the lips of earthly vessels
becoming words of wisdom
songs of freedom
or simply hot air

my love
is the wind's song:
if it is up to me, i'll never die.
if it is up to me, i'll die tomorrow
one thousand times in an hour and live seven minutes later.
if it is up to me, the sun will never cease to shine
and the moon will never cease to glow
and i'll dance a million tomorrows
in the sun rays of the moon waves
and bathe in the yesterdays of days to come
ignoring all of my afterthoughts
and preconceived notions
if it is up to me, it is up to me
and thus is my love:
untainted
eternal

+++

the wind is the moon's imagination wandering:
it seeps through cracks
explores the unknown
and
ripples the grass

my love is my soul's imagination
how do i love thee?
imagine

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