Renton is bad, Renton is a liar, Renton is a junkie, Renton is broken, Renton is slime, Renton is wise:
"The pub sign is a new one, but its message is old. The Britannia. Rule Brittania. Ah've never felt British, because ah'm not. It's ugly and artificial. Ah've never really felt Scottish either, though. Scotland the brave, ma arse; Scotland ( Read more... )

I've been doing writing as well as a whole hellish load of art....short stories and poems...and wonder of wonders, I'm trying to cut down my usually sickeningly florid style to reach a faux-minimalist flavor(err...not on here of course, friends ( Read more... )

For long days and creative nights, every damn one ( Read more... )

Cars pass five feet from the walls of my room, but they can't get in. Art tools litter the floor. A guest once had a leg amputated from gangrene following a nasty stab with one of my pens( I leave it to the reader to determine which instrument....). Bowls and cups suggest the past presence of Sapporo Ramen and the current presence of cheap ( Read more... )

Creativity. Lately I'm sick with it, I'm Dengue Fever and every thrash of my limbs seems to knock ink onto paper, wring notes out of instruments and bang naked bodies together. A long mongoloid year and a half without my creative juices flowing in any way other than simulated battle at my dojo and the langorous dance of good sex- both admittedly ( Read more... )

The last few days I paid my tribute to him, that man, that incomparable one who stands alone and looks far ahead- or only down, as from a height....My day was giving shape to my will, and letting it taste the rest of all occurence: greeting my day with zazen, severe arm breaking aikido, the high-fucking-tension wire of artwork, a bit of time given ( Read more... )

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From Exterminator!:
"There is something wrong with the whole concept of money. It takes always more and more to buy less and less. Money is like junk, a dose that fixes on Monday won't fix on Friday."
I'm not generally attracted to the name "William", but if I ran into Brion Gysin and Burroughs back in a room at the Git-de-Coer in '58, I'd ( Read more... )

...I'd been meaning for a while now to write an entry about my newfound love for that ubiquitous visual hypnosis known as "watching movies", seeing as how for years I thought film was shit and my friends would have to drug and bind me like a rare African beast just to get my ass to stay still for any movie...I just couldn't deal with "throwing away ( Read more... )

...So I've finally gotten around to reading some Jose Ortega y Gassett, "The Revolt of the Masses" specifically....I was hoping for some more of his proto-existentialist "life as radical freedom in given conditions" philosophy, but most of this book would make a good bridge between Nietzsche's railings against the "last man" and The Frankfurt ( Read more... )