Thursday, December 31, 2020

It's more common than not that I think about the last year, "fuck that year." But 2020. Wowza.



VIRGO

 
"You can't move mountains by whispering at them," says singer-songwriter Pink. Strictly speaking, you can't move mountains by shouting at them, either. But in a metaphorical sense, Pink is exactly right. Mild-mannered, low-key requests are not likely to precipitate movement in obstacles that resemble solid rock. And that's my oracle for you in the coming months, Virgo. As you carry out the project of relocating or crumbling a certain mountain, be robust and spirited—and, if necessary, very loud.


Wednesday, December 23, 2020


 badass cute

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

solstice "star" ft zombie



dead
then not - if that isnt symbolic of regeneration, I dunno what is. quick, make a wish for something you want to live again in your life



 

Friday, December 18, 2020


 


What happens when you tell a new Alexa to "help you relax", as it suggests:


Thursday, December 17, 2020

Thursday, December 10, 2020


 "leaning out"

Wednesday, December 09, 2020




 

Sunday, November 29, 2020

"Walking with Samuel Beckett one fine spring morning, a friend of his asked, Doesn’t a day like this make you glad to be alive? I wouldn’t go as far as that, Beckett said." The Friend, Sigrid Nunez

It was a nice day. I took a walk. I thought about saving my life again. 





Saturday, November 28, 2020




Welp, let's put up the Christmas tree? Or we could just sit here and doomscroll and online shop, that's cool too..




Friday, November 27, 2020

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

"You never know when a time is the last time, because if you did you could never go on with life." Leave the World Behind


I'm reading a book about the end of the world in the middle of the end of my world. The people are in a comfortable safe place. They should stay there. They are eating and fucking and walking around naked and tidying and drinking too much. 

I miss my hot tub. I wish I had it now. I would refill it and get in it. I can't remember the last time I floated in it. Did I ever do so alone after? I can't remember. I should have. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't have moved at all. The people in the book have a hot tub, which if the world is ending seems handy. It made my ass cold to read about it, lying in my expensive bed alone, so I moved my ice cube ass to my tub, where for the millionth time I look at my feet beneath shitty tile. And listen to sirens and mercy flights. 

"Parenthood was never knowing what was going to hurt your kids, but knowing only that something, inevitably, would."

 

♍ VIRGO

 (August 23-September 22)
In the coming weeks, I will refer to you as The Rememberer. Your task will be to deepen and refine your relationship with the old days and old ways—both your own past and the pasts of people you care about most. I hope you will take advantage of the cosmic rhythms to reinvigorate your love for the important stories that have defined you and yours. I trust you will devote treasured time to reviewing in detail the various historical threads that give such rich meaning to your web of life.

Both the past and future feel string-theory theoretical.

But. Ok. Here's one thing that I remember: the endless would I fuck/him her game. About teachers / profs first, the bosses / world leaders. Remember that?? When outside of dreams, in real life thought, it might occur to you touch other people? Like you could touch anyone if you wanted to? Theoretically. So we thought about it (theoretically). Jeezus christ, a whole year of crushing out on your professor has been obliterated from history, like a ring in tree that will be proof of a massive human juices drought.

Welp, I'd maybe fuck that guy, theoretically. You sons of bitches in Canada and New Zealand don't understand all that we have been through.



 


Monday, November 23, 2020

Yemi alade - I choose you ft Dadju 

I'd take this tomorrow if I could. For me and everyone. If it kills me, smib


"new rug" (boring is the new exciting)

Sunday, November 22, 2020

COVID has made me sick even though I've not contracted it yet. For instance, I self-soothe by imagining killing him, personally actively killing (not just hoping he will die). My favorite method is a golf club to his head, the first bash with all my strength caves it in like a watermelon. I got a watermelon the other day, and as soon as it came, I wanted to bash it for the joy of recreating the sensation of that murder. But I don't have golf clubs. 

I used to read Pema Chodron, for fuck's sake. 

Now I know I could kill somebody. And if I had strength left in my arms after that first murder, bring me that bitch who should be scattered in pieces across the dakotas, her severed head hung in front of Mt Rushmore for photo ops. 

Now, I hate.



"new shoes"

Friday, November 20, 2020

Wednesday, November 18, 2020















No Solace - Gordon 

Fun facts, sold out now are:

Toilet paper
Paper towels
Puppies 

I'm still fairly well stocked on paper products from the first wa

ve, but I'd have to sell a kidney or some shit to get a shih tzu baby to cuddle. Say la vee.


Bonus track - new rule? Any white guy with a face fupa is automatically disqualified. Like, if you have literally generations of white privilege weakchin real estate to flap around while you talk bullshit...no.


 :/



Monday, November 16, 2020

Another 10 days (if we make it that long), then the courses go online for the rest of the semester and then I'm on sabbatical after that, snipping one of the last strings that bind me to human interaction at all. I'm starting to sink into it. Like it ceases to matter if it's day or night much. 



Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Update: I don't remember posting that. I (again) failed the Ambien Challenge.

Utterly absurd. 




 "hope springs eternal"

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Holy shit, I had a sex dream! That has to be a sign of hope deep in my tuliplizard brain. C'mon Pfizer!




 

Monday, November 09, 2020

 




I spent the evening w Cornel West. It was amazing, really. Mostly. Except then he got to hating on Kamala for reasons that amounted to being a daughter not a son. 

America the Typical.


The book of love 

The book of love 

The Book of Love 

The Book of love

The book of Love


Long and Boring. Very very very very boring. 





Sunday, November 08, 2020

 

seasonal apparel upgrade


Lack of story acceptance v.2 bizarre troll


Giggle



Saturday, November 07, 2020

Friday, November 06, 2020

Play me song? (I'm losing my damn mind,aren't you?) To lean on 


Call me for Callie,who wouldn't read this shit if her life depended on it 

Wednesday, November 04, 2020

 Nailed it.

It doesn't matter if Biden wins now. It's almost cause. I am applying for a job in Canada. As soon as this hangover passes and if I can summon the will to try to keep living. 

With the future and democratic reputation of the American republic hanging in the balance, this is not an occasion for bombast. Rather it is time to reach humbly in the darkness, seeking only to summon such measured words as convey the intense dignity of this moment. In short, I think we all feel the hand of history on our pussies.


Tuesday, November 03, 2020

 The thought of the election is making me nauseous. Like, I want to throw up, as if I ate something bad or drank too much. Is it possible to throw up cortisol?

Monday, November 02, 2020


 That's an actual photo overhead

 Now.


 

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Sunday, October 25, 2020

I applied for a job today for the first time in serious intent to go elsewhere. To bust a move. Like I did that one time to here. And God did that hurt. But. It had to be done. 


If I wind up in Memphis, would you visit? 



Wednesday, October 21, 2020

pandemic scrapbooking

yard art, transmuting grief and frustration 






the dead lapdog barks, sounds just like him (there must be squirrels in the afterlife)



Monday, October 19, 2020

30 days

Day 1. That has nothing to do with all that is sore right now except that despite that, after 1 day, what I want is to dance on coals. 

Knowing and deliberately invoking Manic. 

Sunday, October 18, 2020






Hurrying up to Relax - Heather Crosse I gotta get outa here

ft

Have you lost your mind? - Ben Levin it's too late


"what the actual fuck?"


Saturday, October 17, 2020

funny last words (in case) V.1

"I never got a pointless chicken!"



Wednesday, October 14, 2020

sweater weather

 

Thursday, October 08, 2020