Repetition, broadly construed, is in everything. It’s in our breath, and our pulse. It’s sunrise, sunset. It’s spring summer fall winter. The tides, cell division. Bad habits, and good ones. The daily grind. Annoyingly repetitive thoughts. It’s in music, art, dance, architecture. Religion, history. Doodling, nail-biting, toe-tapping, smoking. Menstruation, masturbation, sex. Rhythm is repetition. Rhyme is repetition.
Anthony Kiedis, David Bowie and Johnny Depp
Inspiration for a cool people photo album Ive been tryna do for a while. Today Im buying a disposable and getting all my coolest friends to hangout.
There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn’t bring lemon juice to decode it, I can tell you what it says: You are Brilliant, and the Earth is Hiring. The earth couldn’t afford to send recruiters or limos to your school. It sent you rain, sunsets, ripe cherries, night blooming jasmine, and that unbelievably cute person you are dating. Take the hint.
Hurricane Irene (in its dreams!)