imaddressingyou
imaddressingyou
looking for a joke with a microscope
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What thought you have of me now?
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imaddressingyou 15 days ago
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Screwdrivers
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imaddressingyou 22 days ago
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Miss this place
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Nye's Polonaise (1967) via Hennepin County Library
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imaddressingyou 28 days ago
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Wet sock.
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imaddressingyou 3 months ago
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It's just lurking on the stove.
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imaddressingyou 3 months ago
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imaddressingyou 4 months ago
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imaddressingyou 4 months ago
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imaddressingyou 5 months ago
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We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong.
We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
We thought the long train would run to the end of Time.
We thought the light would increase.
Now the long train stands derailed and the bandits loot it.
Now the boar and the asp have power in our time.
Now the night rolls back on the West and the night is solid.
Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon鈥檚 teeth.
Our children know and suffer the armed men.
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imaddressingyou 5 months ago
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Apesar de Voc锚 (In Spite of You)
Today you are in charge
What you say goes
There is no discussion, no
Today my people walk
Talking low
And looking to the ground, you see
You invented this state
And invented
All this darkness
You who invented sin
Forgot to invent
Forgiveness
In spite of you
Tomorrow will be
Another day...
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imaddressingyou 5 months ago
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I feel like most folks on Tumblr understand this and think about it at least once a day.
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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Blizzard in New York City, 1950
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.
And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detest my room,
It's specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me to stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,
Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
Reprehensibly perfect.
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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R.I.P. Jimmy Carter
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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A visit to Axe Man.
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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imaddressingyou 6 months ago
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Alice Neel (1900-1984)
Sunset in Spanish Harlem, 1958
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