Last night I met up with a friend from a far away land. We hit the streets of Manhattan running. Hold. We weren’t even walking by The City’s standards. Mostly, we crawled along the Lower East Side as my friend took endless pics of random… randomness. I bet the best [...]
The end is here, my friends…or is it?
In parts 1 and 2 of The Productivity series I’ve made a case for the illusions we use to convince ourselves of anything but the only Truth concerning the human race. In short, Sex = Success.
In closing, I will touch upon certain factions of society which might [...]
To immediately pick up where I left off in my previous post, self-production, through the act of sexual intercourse, would seem to be the only form of productivity worthy of our collective and mutual efforts. As I’m wont to do, I’ll break it down to the core in layman’s terms:
An adult person, man or [...]
I’m going to try to make this short and sweet, just like me. Productivity is almost a lie. Check it out: all of our lives, we’re pushed to be productive. It’s the only way to be if we’re to consider ourselves successful by any means. Procrastination, laziness, and being idle [...]
…he had experienced something like an Imperative Reaction. His mind was a flutter, a shattered mirror, wrapped around itself like a Coil. His only respite came in the form of a dream, yet all he could remember was crossing a river, walking on water, carrying a Skinny Puppy. Sleepy, tired, yet restless, [...]
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“I decided to take the plunge at the end of last year and join match.com. I don’t know what anyone else’s experience with this site has been, I thought it would be an interesting way to meet members of the opposite sex, since the bar scene just wasn’t doing it for me. I [...]
I find pleasure, and a definate sense of power from the following:
My introverted nature and intuition provide me with the liberty of not ever having the need of another being’s approval. I’m very comfortable in my own skin. I’ve met thousands of people who cannot honestly say the same. If there is a Hell, it [...]
Chernobyl Heart
It has to do with the heart, in more ways than one, so I felt it appropriate to repost this old blog here for Valentine’s Day.
Don’t forget the chocolates and fucking! The teddybears and sucking! The flowers and schmucking!
And for those of you crying over the fact that you don’t have someone fawning over [...]
I haven’t been able to sleep well in weeks. I have no reason worthy of note. I’ve already posted about the things that run wildly through my mind. There’s no need to post them again. There’s no need to make this post, but here I am, closing in on my 48th hour, wondering why I’m not sleepy. [...]
“Alex Brilliant was reading Wittgenstein at sixteen, and writing poetry that rippled with ambiguities — double, triple, quadruple, like heart bypasses. He took a scholarship to Cambridge, after which I lost sight of him; but I would occasionally think of him down the years, assuming that he had forged ahead in one of the liberal professions. [...]
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