Broken Rubber Bands

This seems like the perfect spot for absolute silence.
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Song of the second: Galaxies by Laura Veirs
Book of the moment: Reefer Madness by Eric Schlosser
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Location: Nashville, Tennessee
Date: May 2008
Notes: Jacob buried his eyelids and fell into his dreams. He listened and softly words knocked at his ears...

"This way to the light that is shining beyond those walls. If you run straight, legs like bicycles, you'll never be caught. Leave smoke filled paths that hide your shine like candles melting into wood."



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Location: Nashville, Tennessee
Date: May 2008
Notes: The sky, is there anything greater?



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Location: Nashville, Tennessee
Date: May 2008
Notes: As she raised the receiver to her ear, she could hear my lips parting and sensed my words slipping out . Then, for no explainable reason, the signal cut and my words fell to the ground, buried upon a dusty dream. She stood still, a vicious wind circling her water colored eyes. The receiver clicked, a sound so familiar, leaving her frozen until the next ring.



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Location: Nashville, Tennessee
Date: May 2008
Notes: "But with the throttle screwed on, there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right... and that's when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are the wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it... howling through a turn to the right, then to the left, and down the long hill to Pacifica..."

- taken from Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson



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"After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." - Aldous Huxley
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I pounded, for what seemed like hours, on a door that wasn't locked.

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At times, for some of us, we just need release. The feeling of being let go, without warning, at the most unexpected second. Finding a breath at the bottom of your stomach that you can pull up like a sunken anchor. Your eyes open and you just walk.

I will sit here, listlessly, as the sun shuffles across the sky, slowly falling to aide the moons rise.

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Song of the second: Geography by Thao Nguyen
Book of the moment: You Will Know Our Velocity by Dave Eggers
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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: A fence with sharp teeth should not be provoked. You never know when it might reach out and bite you.

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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: While inside, all we saw was the brick. We were not allowed to look past the blades of grass that led to exploding wildflowers. Our lives seemed black and white, left to live in shadows of moonless nights. It serves perfect reason as to why these now covered windows are only fragments of days I no longer remember.

As the sheet drifts over my face, pictures of ocean edged cliffs rush past my eyelids. I will soon be there, on the beach, toes tapping the glass blue water.

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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: If not for this arrow, I would have never found relief.



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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: What two things do Portland residents love?
1) umbrellas
2) volkswagons



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The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
~ William Shakespeare from, "The Merchant of Venice"
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