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I just spent the morning listening to Annie Lennox's Diva (1992). And you know what - I don't want to be one of those weirdos who's like "Oh my god I wish I lived in the 80s." because I really don't. I prefer the post-decadence of the 90s.

Anyway, I remember in the 2010s reading an article where Karen O called Lady Gaga derivative. And I didn't ( Read more... )

I got locked out of Twitter for "promoting suicide" by directly @ Twitter suggesting they replace their 'poison pills' with actual cyanide before sending it to Elon. Which is outrageous because I'm pretty sure that that's homicide, not self-harm ( Read more... )

So, I haven't been writing down my dreams because I've been dreaming a lot and they're all fevered dream adventures of the epic sort. It's hard to keep up when you jolt awake at night in intervals trying to chase down the feeling they leave you. I dreamt of surviving school shootings and of superhuman strippers condemned to be buried alive. On ( Read more... )

17. LadrónesEl techo estaba revestido de azulejos. Español en la forma, pero Asiático en la ubicación. La casa estaba rodeado por follajes trópicos y un tipo de la humedad que te hizo sentir agitado. Había mucho nerviosismo en el ambiente, estábamos en la mitad de robar y muy tentados matar al jefe de operación ( Read more... )

The moment he closed his eyes, the throne room flowered with every character in his head. Pride stood on the border of darkness holding the queen's scepter. Her regal clothes looked faded and tattered at the hem. But her head remained hoisted in the air, eyes challenging him. Bob was standing right behind her, no more than an extension of the ( Read more... )

My dad accused me of only watching the Green Knight because I had a crush on Dev Patel. Which is ridiculous, even if it's true. As if I don't have a history of embracing fantasy epics and A24 quasi-horror movies. The Green Knight is a singularity in that intersection ( Read more... )

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Somewhere it's summer time. The kind of summer that leads you to empty beach shacks at 8 in the morning where they only serve instant coffee from perforated sachets. The lukewarm sugar hits my tongue and I feel nostalgic for the strong black brew they serve back home in the mountains. But there's sand on my toes and salt in my ears, and no doubt I' ( Read more... )

She's singing about a red car in Malibu and I'm on the verge of tears.

People called me with their half-plans as I struggle to believe in mine.

Like, what's the point