Its midnight and I have worked all day and all night to write a single page. I only need to do this 248 more times.

I lack any and all superlatives, i'm doe-eyed and insanely happy. god, who once burnt my back so fiercely that the skin tore off just by one crazed sonic youth fan brushing up against me, and I screamed like a two year old, that one, now he says to me, not the kid, god says to me - sorry, and here, and thank you ( Read more... )

My dog and cat are best friends.


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you won't understand me unless i use my hands.


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Again, i rock the presentation. maybe my natural state is presenting things. all of a sudden i become the popular kid. i could do this forever.

No one so far has said that even if Kerry did botch the joke, he was absolutely right - education = middle to upper class lifestyle = you don't have to go fight.

The problem with my art
is that it take a lot of time and looks like i spent 5 seconds on it. This happens across the board.


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So I’m re-reading the Gradiva myth, this crappy 19th century German novella that became as epic as the Odyssey, but only after Freud, Dali, Masson and Derrida found it stunning beyond words, a story so good that mediocre writing couldn’t ruin it - all of this for a man that falls in love with a statue of a woman walking, Gradiva means she-who walks ( Read more... )

So e calls, i'll call him e in case the police are reading, and he says he's just ate a ton of goulash, again I say goulash in case the FBI is reading, and now he's watching the Simpsons where Bart is born and just as soon as he's cleared the opening he takes off running, and e laughs uncontrollably, until he tells me the story of e, another e, ( Read more... )

Essentially I write love letters, I mean, they never say I love you nor do they necessarily point at anyone, but really, everytime I write something that seems like its my own, a genuine product of my voice, its a love letter. So this novel and this dissertation that keep me glued here while Binny holds a sock and asks me to throw it are, for all ( Read more... )