February 2012
Thank you...
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January 2012
OK...
I’m going to go wrestle with my blankets for a while, before passing out from sheer exhaustion in 4 or 5 hours. Tomorrow, I get the extreme pleasure of being put under and having a tube with a camera in it (oh, and isn’t there just a bit of irony in that?) shoved down my throat and into my upper gastro-intestinal tract. I’ve been having terrible stomach pains lately and I guess...
I read...
an interesting statistic tonight. It seems that 10.1% of all American men appear to be infected with the Human papillomavirus (HPV) orally and in their throats. Further, the statistical projection is that 70% of these HPV infections will develop into oral or laryngeal cancers. Apparently, the dudes in question got these infections while engaging in oral sex with women who were infected with the...
“If you wanted, for you I would be nothing, or merely a trace.”
– Nadja to André Breton, 1928 (via frenchtwist)
Existential Mess
yama-bato:
by Micheal Bevan
I felt the world at a finger tip, It tingled And radiated, Radius. Sedated, I am medicated on absence And excess. You are the mirror to me, My existential mess, Superiority and minority thought. Superficial and fictitiously bought, Buyer from the sold, Silver to the raindrop, Water to your gold. It drips Fingertips, Touched the world at a lark, Till light fled,...
Well...
since rescue, as I expected, hasn’t been forthcoming, I guess I’ll go do something productive, like smack my head against the wall or stick it in the oven. Then again, maybe I’ll just watch porn. The internet does have its saving graces. We shall see…
I hope you all have the loveliest of days, evenings, nights…whatever hour it happens to be where you might now...
I know...
I’ve just disappointed the ghosts of both Jean Baudrillard and Guy Debord (if such a thing were possible), but I feel like I’m about to succumb to terminal boredom. If anyone wanted to drop me a line in order to pretend to rescue me from plunging into this unforgiving abyss, I’d be forever…or at least for the immediate moment, in your debt. Don’t worry, I’m...
