June 2008
36 posts
May 2008
36 posts
everyday problems
don’t you just hate it when a girl who rejected you in college gets a rhapsodic write up in the sunday new york times?
muxed all over myself →
Indiana Jones 4 Fucking Sucked
Steven “Lens Flare” Spielberg and George Lucas are now working as a team to further the systematic destruction of fond childhood memories.
Maybe they are generously and selflessly trying to release us from our attachment to the past?
waiting for bronzoid
the moment is black the moment is bleak
i seek constant excitement or constant peace
but i can’t nudge a niddle with this place in betweeth
I'm Hot For Teacher
Zues bent me backwards over a table and pulled my guts out.
“Almost there!” he assured me.
I hate your positive, absolute reality
– Sun Ra
mental ch-illness
it’s disconcerting when you can’t get the person making your coffee to smile even a little bit. am i being poisoned?
if someone else had made these eggs, i would throw them on the ground and yell “this tastes like bat shit on top of pig vomit!”. but alas, i was the one who made them, and if i did that, i’d just be the one cleaning up the bat shit pig vomit. ...
Wait, what am i doing?
– a human being, pausing for a moment before carrying out another empty ritual in his nervous existence.
If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If...
– Gospel of St Thomas
smiling at strangers is easy
today’s only moment of true goodwill
occurs between me
and the UPS delivery man
may fuckin 14
i’ve slept in again
my right shoulder aches
my left testicle aches
and there’s nothing to be done
next i’ll smash the telephone
and then nothing will be left undone
what is now is better than what could be
The world, as we know it, is coming to an end. The world as the center of the...
– Joseph Campbell (via Waking Up In Time - Apocalypse) (via numenity)
All these guys, for some bizarre reason, all these guys are in some bizarre...
– Mike Tyson on Machiavelli and Tolstoy
Good luck destroying yourself today!
– guy at coffee shop, to me
Came of Age In New York
sometimes the city feels like a living museum of my past failures.
Back in Brooklyn
How does one stay open in this city? If you’ve figured that out, tell me.
He who binds himself to a joy
Doth the winged life destroy.
He who kisses the...
– William Blake