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Celebration Day.

Celebration Day.

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Dr. Manhattan by Bill Sienkiewicz

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Dr. Manhattan by Bill Sienkiewicz

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Julie Andrews accepting the Oscar for Best Actress for her performance in Mary Poppins (1965) [x]

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Marlene

Marlene,

I never knew quite what you were, and for a time that you were at all.

I remember hearing of you, they said that you existed.

& I remember now him saying that you don’t.

I don’t know if you’re anywhere now.  

I suppose logistically-practically it doesn’t matter.

I love a part of you that once loved my father.

& viche versa.  My father once loved a part of you.

perhaps all of you.

I love the part of you that made my sisters, even if I may not love fully my sisters.

I love any moment that you loved at all.

And I despise every moment, every part of you that ever made my father feel any less than exemplary. 

Because juxtaposed, he is.

And he was by your side.  I hope you knew that.  That there was a man that loved you as he hated so much of you, or loved you when he hated you once.

Goodbye phantom-woman-wife death.  Mother of my sisters, once partner to my father.

—J

Seen.

I saw the minds of my

generation.  Some of them.

I looked & some looked back. 

Never, always temporarily.

Never like it “was”,

or some say “will.”

We sat around smoking cigarettes & 

Marilyn.  

We sat around & said yes to 

this & that, more and more often.

Too much, which would increasingly mean

not enough.

We sat around telling stories, but

usually very little. 

You can usually see in a thunderstorm

of hookah & ashen promises.  

You can see what could be, 

& you say,

"I wish I couldn’t see what could be.".

It was harder & harder to live, 

and easier & easier to live-half.

You could taste something,

in the air of groping & reaching & reaching

out.  fingers would swipe eachother, connect for an

instant.  And that would usually

be all, end all keep all sacred and inside.

Wandering, I guess, or

buckling down into night languid.

Something.

—J

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The Tree of Life

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fave man

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fave man

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Cloud Atlas

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Cloud Atlas

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The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder

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n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…

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