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The thought that was crossing Louise’s mind wasn’t pretty. If anything, it was vicious and slimy. Like a worm had been living inside her heart, absorbing all her fury and hatred as it sleeps and dreams, until now when it suddenly, unexpectedly awoke. After twenty-six years of nightmares well-fed by Lou’s emotional digestion, the worm was ready to ( Read more... ) -
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This is what I'm listen to while trying to apply Mulvey's call for the destruction of pleasure in cinema to one of my fav films, Annie Hall, out of a vapid masochistic need to prove wrong the writings of any theory club. More importantly ( Read more... ) -
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when the culture you wish to critique commodifies all critique, you write a novel critiquing the commodification of critique, even as it critiques the very notion of critiquing the commodification of critique ( Read more... ) -
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Never, ever, ever, EVER sign any contracts with Rogers Wireless ( Read more... ) -
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oh eljay, I just dunno about you ( Read more... ) -
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What am I doing, what am I doing. Far too little and way too much to write in this journal again so here is a poem for the sake of new date on my front page ( Read more... ) -
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"Joey is a firm believer in the idea that if you can't be a good example, you have an obligation to be a horrible warning." - Joey Comeau
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Sparknotes is really quite terrible. I took five pages of hand-written tiny-spaced notes on the only five pieces of paper I was smart enough to bring today at the reference library. Getting lost in the stacks while looking up tiny call numbers and sitting silently with a frustrated, but cute boy reading a C++ book made me very happy in that proud ( Read more... ) -
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KPLZ, TELL ME WHO I AM, MEME ( Read more... )
