"Yes, Virginia, the void is real - it's there for shouting into, but if it shouts back, I advise you pray that you die before the world ends!'

THE VOID SHOUTS BACK

My contract
with these entities in front of my eyes
goes something like this:

I'll let you stay as long as you don't start passing yourselves off as real

Beauty is always already strange - by definition,

Emma Stamm.

ACTING - as a liaison between sanity and its other
ACHING - as a muscle through which your baser impulses are gratified
ASHING - as in: more cigarettes than I care to reproduce in metric terms
ASKING - as a "favor," for you to aim your distraction in this direction

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after me
- the flood____ ____ ____ ____ ( Read more... )

"My heart swore to what my tongue did not"

I've graduated from "my existence is a joke" to "the continuation of my existence over time is a joke" - whoever said age is just a number should off themselves immediately if they haven't already. Fuck

Lesson learned: navigate this one-dimensional flux of signification without encountering too many rabbit holes, false starts, and snake-oil charlatans hawking The Real at fever pace and pitch - and you, my friend, have the world by its balls .

This morning I had a dream that I was working in some sort of fast-food joint. One of the other workers insisted on typing up stickers to place over the expiration date on milk cartons that made it seem as if they had gone bad years ago. This way, he insisted on "throwing out the milk" and instead took it home for himself ( Read more... )

oh, you

starry eyes

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The grace of ad-hoc unreality that saves me these days
magic, what would I do without you?