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David Arthur John Breckenridge  

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Journal Entry: Sun May 4, 2008, 3:14 AM
• Search low hemoglobin online
• Begin knowing about what’s inside of you a little (history of salisemia) TWO HOURS OR SO!
• Gym every night until Gunawon returns on the 28th (to kill time / energy & get fit)
• If your will to live is absent, this is because you’ve stopped indulging in the INNOCENT & Simple Joys that used to uphold your now frayed smungut...Will is not required to live...Just as adrenaline is both the product and the CAUSE of action...Perhaps everyone makes their first move out of boredom...& gradually, smungut snowball.
• Sleep Helmet.
• Could go to Tana Abang with Dewi – beli cheapo foods & pack the insect-coated refridgerator
• Steal an orchid from the Intercon bathrooms (& begin cultivating it in your bedroom)
• Bring the art back. Your ‘Muslim Woman’ series would be hilarious. Would be great to see your strange idea of the duck’s head you invisioned on the transcanada highway near Kelowna. Make the move out of boredom. (Find where you can buy a huge-ass canvas)
• Once you’ve restored (regroved) you’ll know...Once you find your way back to the beach...(does regroving oneself require time travel? What transformed time’s voice – a sheer cliff of petrofide wood to the sound of an electric guitar being played with a violin bow – into the mere abstraction that it is for you, today?
• Andre & the proposal & the sejuta you don’t have.
• Dono & the helicopter & the money, see above statement.
• You know it’s an awful lot easier than you think. Stop imagining that it’s hard. Don’t put success so far away. You overshoot it. You aim higher than you even WANT to achieve. You know very well that if you planted a flower (though you’re over 6 ft & 120 Kilos)...how it would occupy your every emotion (for some time!)
• DVD barang-barang & Kamera servis


(after youthful curiosity has passed)

the first move is made out of memories of rewards...
...Silence in a room is broken: “Do you want to play chess?”
& you both agree that what follows mutual concent is usually a good thing,
& so the effort seems worth it...& even the chance of the game not being worth it...is worth it...

By booting the intricate fibers of your memory,
You taste the paralyzed moth of a past experience (in your cobbed web),
& it urqes you on with a: ‘Hey you know it won’t be amazing, but it could be good.’
...Which is reason enough for the two of you to close off all
Other doors of chance explosions &
Louder & more obvious entertainments...

Memory allows the effect of reward or punishment to spill over and come before the cause...& so memory should be enough to pinch your adrenaline gland & get things started...

But these days how long I can lie in bed & while laying there, I’m not sure if I’m racking my memory for a reason to get acting or if I’m ignoring all my memories to get acting – or a futile, secular, infinite cycle of doing both ignoring & discovering ideas like islands in the archipelago...endlessly sifting through sand for something more than a dollar.

Something more than a dollar, precisely.


Before the Chinese (that they never fully shook), before the Dutch (from which many apple strudle recipes still remain) and before the Japanese (who came for Bandung and found that, in anticipation of their arrival, the Indonesians had already burned their former capital city down)...There was more to Indonesia than more to pity.

But pity is a foreign import, a foreign novelty, and doesn’t survive among most (before the carrier is banished from his or her circle)...

What can I write that is important?

Lately I’ve been trying to believe in magic – just because – if I try, then my room doesn’t seem so empty...Believing that David Coperfield is not just a trained professional immediately makes me feel animism, the charged potential of my chesterfield, the sky, the vivid...Unfortunately, magic was not the yolk of my egg...Instead, a sickfilled, cradle-to-grave rationality was. I lapse back into my numbness, no time to smell the flowers, ‘important to have goals’...heaven forbid you should achieve them.
I read an article that said that it’s important to breathe deeply a few times a day. This article was among the many that urged my awareness...Of how your girlfriend does her makeup and what it really ‘means’, of illegal logging in Timur, of Pamela Anderson’s refusal to star in movies that feature dogs (due to her naive perspective on animal cruelty in first world countries)...I breathe deeply at least once a day, I believe in David Copperfield and the solidarity of my dresser once a day...I read a lot and am aware of a lot only as I read it – and only curiosities make it into my schedule.

  • Mood: Seasonal
  • Listening to: SomaFM Indie Radio
  • Reading: I don't even know anymore.
  • Watching: The Fountain / The Office / Blade Runner
  • Playing: the game of life??
  • Eating: whatever.
  • Drinking: not enough.

Devious Information

  • Current Age: 24
  • Current Residence: Canada
  • Interests: Campfires.
  • Favourite movie: That one where I get really emotional.
  • Favourite band or musician: Silver Mt. Zion (blind blind blind) youtube.com
  • Favourite genre of music: Do-wop.
  • Favourite poet or writer: the ones that wayward hippy 'subversive' people my age are into
  • Wallpaper of choice: I have gypsy blood. Wallpaper is really depressing (no matter what).
  • Favourite game: oddworld, worms, syndicate wars, settlers 2...
  • Personal Quote: "It is because we do not embody the woods that we must speak of their beauties." --me on I
  • Tools of the Trade: Sacrifice.

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Devious Comments

~olpha:iconolpha: May 13, 2008, 11:55:19 PM
Every day is an adverbial phrase. Everyday is a perfectly proper adjective.

-note to self

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~olpha:iconolpha: May 9, 2008, 12:19:04 AM
Starving in the belly
starving in the belly
starving in the belly

of a whale

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*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Apr 2, 2008, 9:52:18 AM
Have a good april fool's day? I found that I write poetry when my mind becomes overstressed.

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Mar 19, 2008, 5:50:22 AM
So when they look at you with their judging eyes and finally size you up, do you offer him/her lemonade or ice cream?

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Mar 14, 2008, 11:01:51 AM
Hey bud. Just checking in on you and your grand scale adventures.

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
~dystopian-dream-girl:icondystopian-dream-girl: Mar 5, 2008, 3:10:22 PM
but was the best ever good enough for mr. kazutoshi hatasaki?
=funymony:iconfunymony: Jan 26, 2008, 1:28:59 AM
HAHAHAHA! Hey dude! You don't know me, but I work at the hotel that Jay works at.

He lead me to your site and said you were a film maker. WOOH! ROCK ON! *SUPER HIGH FIVE OF AWESOME AND EXTREMENESS!*

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~Edgar Nielsen
Mediamuffin.com- Entertainment comes in blueberry.
[link]
~dystopian-dream-girl:icondystopian-dream-girl: Jan 13, 2008, 1:52:44 PM
(there was never much more
than a quick whiff of we.
i still smell your candour
nostalgic but frowsty)



WE:

ARRIVED TOO LATE FOR LOVE
BECAME SEDATE FOR LOVE
COULDN'T WAIT FOR LOVE

WE:

EXPLODED IN LOVE
GOT LOADED ON LOVE
WERE CORRODED BY LOVE

WE:

TRIED TO RELATE TO LOVE
HAD TO DEBATE THE LOVE
WANTED TO HATE OUR LOVE

WE:

WERE DEVOTED TO LOVE
PROUDLY TOTED THE LOVE
SIMPLY NOTED OUR LOVE
*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Nov 6, 2007, 1:33:39 PM
How's it going, m8?

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Oct 17, 2007, 4:42:04 AM
have they made edible finger paint yet?

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
~olpha:iconolpha: Jun 16, 2007, 11:15:02 AM
we take her small tits & plump them up with silicon -- then we put a flag and a hole in the center of each -- and attach the two with a cart path...et cetera...

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~olpha:iconolpha: Jun 16, 2007, 11:13:16 AM
I too am a landscaper.

We take the hippy Mother Nature like a witch and tie her down like Gulliver in Lilliput -- we shave her French pitts -- clearcut her bush -- chemical spray her legs & dilute her ponds...We wash her dirty mouth with soap to get rid of purity...

& sometimes while killing bugs I wonder how many bugs put together could perhaps equal one human life -- and so how many people would I have killed?

The same goes for you & your grass...
How many acres equals a person...

Or is it sane to think this way?

;)

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*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: May 16, 2007, 6:12:46 AM
How the hell are you man?

So I was landscaping the other day near a small pond. Who would've thought that would be the toughest grass I ever dared to cut? But that's beside the point. As I stand there with my weed eater eating the same patch of grass it was thirty minutes ago, I have an epiphany. Perhaps, the grass I'm cutting is as thriving as humanity on our planet. If that were the case, they would be able to survive just about anything, being as they are now. With this thought in mind, I went and grabbed a more heavy-duty weed eater and went back to work.

--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Mar 30, 2007, 7:30:00 AM
Given how nasty this term is for me. I'd definitely believe it! I hope all is holding well!

--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
*Infrunitas:iconInfrunitas: Feb 14, 2007, 3:18:18 PM
Why hello there. Heh, hope life's holding together for you better than a couple melted gummi bears.


--I like the red and clear ones

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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
~olpha:iconolpha: Jan 21, 2007, 11:46:44 PM
No more'n yerz does!

Thanks for paroosing (parowzing)?

Browsing and parowzing?

Zing.


Zing...

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~unconcioussic:iconunconcioussic: Jan 18, 2007, 5:36:28 PM
u have a really cool stuff here
and we have to accept that ur avatar rules! ^^

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I always try to answer all messages ^^
~olpha:iconolpha: Jan 16, 2007, 11:24:48 PM
Through our friend DevilBuddha.

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~MikeySwine:iconMikeySwine: Jan 16, 2007, 4:38:48 PM
Nah dude, I'm just some guy. How'd you come across me?

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Like a monkey, life will sometimes unexpectantly throw shit at you.
~Shaboboo:iconShaboboo: Dec 13, 2006, 10:49:52 PM
Hey, I'm your friend Ben's cousin, just droppin in, your stuff is pretty wicked :) I'll check it out more when I'm awake!
~olpha:iconolpha: Oct 27, 2006, 1:05:19 AM
Well I haven't exactly been tending it!

Just writing journals mate.

I haven't been to see you in a while either. Shame shame!

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