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Month: February 2004

So Is

Posted on February 22, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

The Ex: stop being mean to me The Ex: you’re like screaming at me Kevin: i’m just using bigger font. i’m enunciating, so to speak. The Ex: right The Ex: kz needs to get laid Kevin: low blow Kevin: why go there? Kevin: i just helped you out, and you repay me by talking about…

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I think of Sal Paradise

Posted on February 17, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Unhappiness is such a chronic and static state, that I’m truly beginning to believe that it’s the natural order of things. That’s not to say that I’ve been depressed or anything lately. Quite the opposite, life has been treating me pretty kindly as of late. But every time I poke my head above the bubble…

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I nudged myself closer into the ledge and closed my eyes and thought "Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space," and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, "When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing." The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats. Now it was enough to make my heart pound and my heart bleed for being born at all.~Jack KerouacSource: The Dharma Bums
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