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aquí en el silencio
de las cosas
pienso
en la eternidad
de las
estrellas
muertas:
yo
un ojo
de polvo y
lágrimas,
ojalá que me lleven
para dignidad
de calles
cómodos


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as long
as we still have people like you
it’s all good


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When I was a child, the world tried to kill me for my weirdness. I learned to conceal myself as a matter of survival. Recently I learned how to not to live that way any longer. And if the world comes after me again, so be it. They can only kill me once.


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The word delusion simply identifies heterogeneity of thinking and speaking. And it requires a definitional context to be accurately understood. The notion that time and space are malleable was probably seen as delusional by many in the early days of Einstein’s relativity theory. Now we accept it in all of its weirdness. Depend on it even for so many aspects of our daily lives. Are we all then delusional? Or are we simply living in an ever shifting verbal context, with no position of absolute rest from which to measure the world or ourselves?



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because all my children died before i knew them,
i did not notice i was old. at a certain point the
younger generation must kill off the older—
it’s a question of space.


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One might ask the question: why be radically genuine if so much is at risk? My answer, my own personal answer, is that learning is worth the risk. If I am not radically genuine, I will not gain access to information I truly need. To be a more effective person in the future.


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“…all spring the woman with the habits rattles around my head, extant,
worrying a cotton ball, trying to get the last bit of red paint off her left
thumbnail like goddamn Lady Macbeth.”

-Jennifer Michael Hecht


The result of radical genuineness is often emotional distress. When we put ourselves out there in the world, expose our warts and imperfections, stop our people pleasing behaviors, often people will not be pleased. They will be upset. They will be angry and disappointed. And their emotions are real. As real as the computer I write this on. As the real as the hurt I caused them. As real as the regret I feel for having done so. And yet at the same time I understand that I am not the sole cause of these events. I fear a world that teaches others to only see me as the sexist white guy, that teaches me to see others as the way they seem, rather than how they are. The unfortunate fact is that we live in a horrible world that does horrible things to people. I wish I knew why.



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