"The Return Of Anonnimouse"
all gold
It's the creed
Bemy Dress
even if gods say gold
What else say if god god god
I am the trailer revolution
revolve if we revolve: I am the KISS ARBITER
let's make this impossible :) ( :) HAPPY )
[TACO COCK IT]
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2012/04/22
Worth
thinking
I've stopped posting my blogs on Facebook and Twitter. I haven't invested much time or thought in my blogging, which doesn't make me feel sad.
#METASWAG used to be my favorite place to think. Now I think with friends, think with paper, think with comics, think with poetry, think with reading, think with influence, think in class and think at work.
Let me turn again to #METASWAG, in a time of minor need, to think.
[Fran and I are both typing a lot right now, and the click-clatter of the keys is filling me with comfort]
Blackout/eramthgiN
I can drink a lot. I can drink a little.
I drank a lot on Friday (with near-disastrous results, I imagine). I drank nothing at all on Saturday (with near-disastrous results as well). Danger is something I should better take into account when partying, but for the most part so far I've escaped injury and embarrassment . I can still count the days I've woken up with nothing but regret and shame.
I'd like to keep that count. I'd like to see that number stand still.
I'm not being self-policing, reactionary or melodramatic. When I say I'm profoundly happy, I mean it. Of course I have demons, ambivalences, worries. If I didn't struggle with myself, I wouldn't know myself very well.
However, for the most part, I live a deeply-felt joy. Like, surges of it. It washes over me. I'm lucky to have this. I'm lucky to feel confident in myself.
This is why I need to redefine my drinking. I've done the wilding I needed to. I don't need to unleash some underexplored facets of my identity. I don't need to flirt with the extremity of my soul. I don't need to exaggerate traits that are barely visible or just aren't there at all when I don't drink.
I've been reminded that I was sober for 21 years, so my habits are still very much unsteadily under construction. I'm comfortable with this reality, but I'd also like to get comfortable with a less drunk me.
I'm not worried about myself. I'm more excited than anything.
[I can't wait to get dinner with my family; I can't wait for the new Uncanny X-Men this week]
Too easy
This will be another post I don't publish on Twitter and Facebook. It's more superficially personal than most of my blogging. I'll start publishing my blogs in May? Later this week? I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about The Avengers. I haven't even talked about the Animal Collective Record Store Day release.
Another post!
Love y'all.
I've stopped posting my blogs on Facebook and Twitter. I haven't invested much time or thought in my blogging, which doesn't make me feel sad.
#METASWAG used to be my favorite place to think. Now I think with friends, think with paper, think with comics, think with poetry, think with reading, think with influence, think in class and think at work.
Let me turn again to #METASWAG, in a time of minor need, to think.
[Fran and I are both typing a lot right now, and the click-clatter of the keys is filling me with comfort]
Blackout/eramthgiN
I can drink a lot. I can drink a little.
I drank a lot on Friday (with near-disastrous results, I imagine). I drank nothing at all on Saturday (with near-disastrous results as well). Danger is something I should better take into account when partying, but for the most part so far I've escaped injury and embarrassment . I can still count the days I've woken up with nothing but regret and shame.
I'd like to keep that count. I'd like to see that number stand still.
I'm not being self-policing, reactionary or melodramatic. When I say I'm profoundly happy, I mean it. Of course I have demons, ambivalences, worries. If I didn't struggle with myself, I wouldn't know myself very well.
However, for the most part, I live a deeply-felt joy. Like, surges of it. It washes over me. I'm lucky to have this. I'm lucky to feel confident in myself.
This is why I need to redefine my drinking. I've done the wilding I needed to. I don't need to unleash some underexplored facets of my identity. I don't need to flirt with the extremity of my soul. I don't need to exaggerate traits that are barely visible or just aren't there at all when I don't drink.
I've been reminded that I was sober for 21 years, so my habits are still very much unsteadily under construction. I'm comfortable with this reality, but I'd also like to get comfortable with a less drunk me.
I'm not worried about myself. I'm more excited than anything.
[I can't wait to get dinner with my family; I can't wait for the new Uncanny X-Men this week]
Too easy
This will be another post I don't publish on Twitter and Facebook. It's more superficially personal than most of my blogging. I'll start publishing my blogs in May? Later this week? I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about The Avengers. I haven't even talked about the Animal Collective Record Store Day release.
Another post!
Love y'all.
2012/04/20
Well I Feel
And I feel...
Somebody, somewhere is trying to grieve
You know what I need
The weakness of man
Rupture unto the dusty dawn all colored and all tearing
Somebody, somewhere is trying to grieve
You know what I need
The weakness of man
Rupture unto the dusty dawn all colored and all tearing
2012/04/03
6-4-2
My monthly post output has regularly decreased this year.
All that is about to change.
This is a new day (filled with butterflies, helicopter seeds and bunnies).
I promise:
I WILL IMPRESS YOU.
All that is about to change.
This is a new day (filled with butterflies, helicopter seeds and bunnies).
I promise:
I WILL IMPRESS YOU.
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