June 2010
3 posts
When we are dealing with human beings, no truth has reality by itself; it is always dependent upon the reality of the immediate relationship.”
Rollo May
Song of Myself [sections 20]
20 Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat? What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you? All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth. Whimpering and truckling fold with...
March 2010
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WatchThe Perfect Creative Brief
by Devin Liddell Director/Strategy
February 2010
6 posts
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Worn Out
What do you do when “I love you” wears out? Do you panick and fill with self doubt? Does it mean that it’s worthless, That you don’t feel that way? Just because you’re running out of ways to say- That you love someone. That you need them. That you can’t imagine a life without them? Does it mean that at all? Or is it that the best things, are felt and not said....
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Waterlife →
The interactive story of the last great supply of fresh water on Earth—Amazing
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We don’t even know if what ends with daylight terminates in us as useless grief, or if we are just an illusion among shadows, and reality just this vast silence without wild ducks that falls over the lakes where straight and stiff reeds swoon. We know nothing. Gone is the memory of the stories we heard as children, now so much seaweed; still to come is the tenderness of future skies, a...
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WatchLove by ~Epsilon1986
Juicy concept, love the music, the mood and mostly the “alien” thing attack at the end, sweet!
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Jack's Shadow ♫♪ →
They dragged Jack and his shadow From the hole And the bulb that burned above him Did shine both day and night And his shadow learned to love his Little darks and greater light And the sun it shined And the sun it shined And the sun it shined A little longer Jack wept and kissed his shadow “Goodbye” Spat from their dirty dungeons Into a truly different din Shat from their institutions...