I write down reasons to freeze to death/In my spiral-ring notebook./But in the long dark tresses of your hair/I am a babbling brook

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Sad and angry

can’t learn how to behave

still won’t know how

in the darkness of the grave

Sorry I couldn’t be there, I was tied to a rocking chair 
I was beat down to a pulp rocking back and forth somewhere 
If you knew, if you saw, you’d have said it was the final straw
That my life was bound and tethered on a porch by the shore

Deserter’s Song - Blackout Beach

It’s Been Two Months

Get the fuck out of my head

My Annual Period of Donnie Darko Obsessed Stasis Has Begun

Here we go.

“The geometric point is an invisible thing. Therefore, it must be defined as an incorporeal thing. Considered in terms of substance, it equals zero. […] Thus we look upon the geometric point as the ultimate and most singular union of silence and speech. The geometric point has, therefore, been given its material form, in the first instance, in writing. It belongs to language and signifies silence.”

—   Wassily Kandinsky (via somethingxblue)

“[Black] is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.”

—   Wassily Kandinsky

A brilliant and darkly comic scene from Woody Allen’s Play it Again, Sam