It constantly feels like someone is looking at me. (Bah) It feels like I am being followed, by me. (Example of "being" sinking a sentence) I believe in ghosts because I believe in myself. (WTF?) I am doing secondary research on my life. (Solipsism okay, abstraction exaggerated) I have been radio activated by the Hawthorne … Continue reading Writing, conceptually
How to start a fire
You buy shit hoping it will make you happy. But your life continues to suck. Now you get rid of it all hoping the purge will bring rapture. Welcome to minimalism Welcome also to the 21st century, where the spectrum of spiritual irony has people hoarding new beliefs to bring them closer to God and … Continue reading How to start a fire
Art Exhibition–Room 12: Answers to Everything
(Welcome to Room 12 of what's turning out to be one bizarre attempt at taking the subjectivity of art to the brink.) Does God exist? Do I have free will? Who am I? What's the point of it all? Can money bring happiness? What is Truth? Am I fat? What happens after death?
Agony and Ecstacy
Something about this almost feels right. It wasn't like this always—not at least for the last hour. I was free then. Unsure of myself. Unsure what to write. Unsure if I will ever write again. With every minute, the surety of my failure felt more and more complete. But here we are. My securing myself … Continue reading Agony and Ecstacy
Jokes – 2
Yo mama so fatYou are so fat, thank goodness you are tall.People with a double chin shouldn't feel shy.Do you know what the fat guy does to wake up in 30 minutes? He orders a Pizza.What do you call a cute baby? Cutie. What do you call a fat baby? Cutie pie. She told me … Continue reading Jokes – 2
A beautiful disquiet
The sky is the color of fire. The cliff is burning into an impossible expanse, a surrender. And the sea—the sea is a pool of tears shed at the frightening abundance of so much beauty and sacrifice. The sea is extinguishing itself into the sky. Beauty makes you feel infinitely. There's something about it that makes … Continue reading A beautiful disquiet
Art Exhibition–Room 11: Heresy
The creation of the new is neither a rejection nor an improvement of what was—but a tribute. The Potato Eaters, Vincent van Gogh David, Michelangelo Girl with a Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer The scream, Edvard Munch Guernica, Pablo Picasso Girl with Balloon, Banksy Fountain, Marcel Duchamp
Philosophy
How did philosophy become the annoying one? Of the seven liberal arts that make up the three-year-long job application to Starbucks, five are tedious schlock. Music is respite and logic is philosophy's scaffolding. At a time when beliefs were adulterating lives, philosophy put thought through a purification process. It was a cataract for a fading … Continue reading Philosophy
This sentence has seventeen syllables. Nope. Now? Nope. Now? Nope. Snake. Now?
A haiku is a poetic form of 17 syllables arranged in three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Bullshit What the litshit sortis a haiku? Bitchplease nowwhat's a syllable?Something 'bout vowelsWhat am I, Shakespeare's bitch?I ain't counting sound.Introducing *cough*online syllable counteraeiou, dickheads.Extraversion Social life: Is thatthe one where you live in hopeof shagging strangers? … Continue reading This sentence has seventeen syllables. Nope. Now? Nope. Now? Nope. Snake. Now?
How to win an election
How could you be happy when we produce 400 million tonnes of plastic waste every year? Give me something raw and repulsive. Give me something that can keep me in a state of rage for a bare minimum of three days. Give this to me in the name of higher-order truth, by which I mean, … Continue reading How to win an election