January 2011
14 posts
“For me, Barca is unconditional. Let’s just say that I’m playing at Arsenal, at Manchester, at Bayern Munich. I’d constantly be asking myself, ‘What’s happening at Barca?’ I’d be paying attention to what’s going on, who’s playing, what are they doing, how’s are they doing…I feel Barca. That’s the great difference from the people who don’t feel it. I love this club, I love it. I always say that I will never leave Barca until my career ends. I won’t go. I won’t go. I’m happy at Barca. Barca, I love it, I feel like it’s mine. For me it’s unconditional. No loans, no offers.”
—Xavi Hernandez (via hearmysoul)
Undead
At first…..Nothing.
Suddenly, Awareness.
An unfamiliar cold races through my veins.
I open my eyes…darkness.
Blink. Blink. Blink? Still, darkness.
I try to stretch but my joints feel like cement.
Movement…..restrained.
I must be in a box. A freezer?
It’s cold. So cold.
Panic sets in.
Then, an explosion of violent rage.
I shake. And jerk. And push.
Beyond the box….dirt.
I claw through the soil, until, finally:
Moonlight.
I climb out. I’m still cold. So cold.
Movement….stiff.
Must be sick. Need help.
Look, a street! People!
Ma’am? Sir?
No! Don’t run!
I’m sick! I need help. I just need…I..I..I…
Must. Eat. Brains.
-poem I wrote in July 2009-
“All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is.”
—Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Barcelona!
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“In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Self-Reliance”
