What I have so far: Prosaic nauseate that's sat in a document for 1-24 months/the first draft.1. This is unsalvageable. Is this what doomsday feels like?2. Let me begin by throwing in some words that make it sound like this essay is both distant from and yet proximally wreathed in the hoi polloi whose bullshit … Continue reading My 13-step editing process
August 1973, Stockholm, Sweden. Guy takes four people hostage in a bank's vault. He goes through the customary shindig of demand or doom. He keeps this up for four days—threatening to kill a hostage every day, getting on the line with the Prime minister of Sweden, and while still on call, strangleholding a hostage until … Continue reading The respectability of idiots
I have put something up on this blog almost every week—it's annoying. Been doing it for some years. I should be tired. It bothers me that I am not. If you haven't guessed already, this essay is going to be more narcissistic than usual. Nothing about what I am doing is special. There are people … Continue reading K
It means you roll over the bed probing the position you feel the least amount of pain and in that internal search for stomach-centered meaninglessness, you lose sleep and get up feeling cranky, and then your mum asks you why you have been in the toilet for so long. Have a good day. It means … Continue reading What it means to have a stomach ache
Shit. Welcome to meditations, a blog where the shit counter just hit six hundred and sixty-two. This will become relevant soon enough. When civilization kicked off, our species were all sorted under one category: survival. It remained this way for a long ass time. And then a group started using a mouthy substance to expand … Continue reading No one say a word
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Do you want to run away? From places, people, and then, unenviably, whateverly, from yourself? Read on, dove; like, duh. Freedom had a great run. For millennia, it was into restoring hope and nurturing life. As goals go: hairy. And then freedom became about calling someone a fag. Letdown, it od'd on conservative idiocy and … Continue reading How to escape prison
I wanted to be the Grandpa who would sit in the same spot at the bus station and watch the buses go by every day for the last two years.I wanted to be everyone eating alone.I wanted to be the kid with a lollipop in his mouth.I wanted to be the autowala who snapped into … Continue reading What do you want to be when you grow up?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I know, right? What is wrong with the world, yeah? How about way too many assoles talking about what's wrong with the world. How about that? You know this. This is the longest we've gone without a catastrophic war; we have fewer deadly diseases; longer life-spans; and a standard of freedom previously unknown—I mean, … Continue reading Hello, Peter
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