I haven't written anything in some time. My landlord is a poet. Or at the very least he used poetry to get into real estate. Either way, I haven't written in a long time and there's no use trying to describe all the beautiful heartbreak I endure moment to moment ( Read more... )

W O R M S A G A I N S T N U C L E A R K I L L E R S ( Read more... )

[Anonymous is] the first internet-based superconsciousness. Anonymous is a group, in the sense that a flock of birds is a group. How do you know they're a group? Because they're travelling in the same direction. At any given moment, more birds could join, leave, peel off in another direction entirely ( Read more... )

It's unlikely that I will ever accurately describe my life, my mood, or even my day. All language works through proximity, through nearness to meaning, but fine precision is lacking. Some edges cannot remain sharp for long and our language consistently revises both memory, and to a lesser extent, truth itself. As soon as the word is spoken it ( Read more... )

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Nothing happened today. At all. I suppose time passed but that doesn't actually mean anything. It's like space expanded. I was conscious most of the day. I was aware of my thoughts although they spun in fractured arcs. The dissonance of the world around me kept me largely walking around and thinking subcoherent thoughts about who I am. I keep ( Read more... )

I wake up. She's still there. I'm still there. I'm in a big warm comfortable bed in a cozy vortex of a house owned by the woman I just slept with. Slept with? Well how about amazingly crazy partially shy and new fun sex time? Oh the intimacy of naked flesh on flesh, the bones leveraging bones, the lips and the eyes and the smell of sweat and hair ( Read more... )

I woke up on the couch. Not my couch. Not my house. Everything's quiet. I'm at Duct Tape Girl's. I stayed over last night. I'm not sure if I should go back to sleep or slip out quietly. I still have to sign her painting but I don't know where her sharpy is. We stayed up so late watching movies. Then she went to bed and I slept on the couch. I wake ( Read more... )

I wake up and the air mattress has gone completely flat during the night. This is not the first time this has happened. It is on its last leg. It felt good knowing however. Magical things start happening when I sleep on the floor. And even more magical when I sleep on the ground. In November I am planning on taking two weeks off to travel to lake ( Read more... )

My head throbs with the echoes of spine-tingling pulses of thick bass, lingering through my dreams, impressed upon my senses at the show last night. All of me hurts, but my brain the most. I've heard it said that the brain can't feel pain. I call bullshit. My brain hurts!

I can hear my roommates laughing and talking in the living room. Their voices ( Read more... )