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18/the undocumented life of a man without a serial number [3]

By the girl who tamed the tiger444

Realities I chose to ignore: alone it is. I have no resolutions, it was a very difficult year. With the precision of a nuclear bomb I shall enjoy the night. Swans and Women are difficult. I knew every crease in her voice. I can hear her now saying "Is this fucking charming or a charming fuck ?" We had a war against dusk.

At night I randomly open the dictionary. It is on a desk by my window. I move the curtain so that there is some room for the morning’s sunlight to fall upon it. I wake up and look at the first word I see illuminated. Today it was Hope. I feel like I have access to the divine this way. Tonight might pass faster and I could dream of bikinis and bullets.

I woke up and the word 'Alone' was embedded in every strand of hair on me. I decided to live life like a movie, as Andy Warhol suggested. My mind and my body are still working on the budget.

Art as religion is the thesis I tried to live as a juvenile. I want to be caught in an epidemic of creativity. My body oozes text. It spells disconnection. I demand to break Anxiety. Nothing left but to stop and direct my life away from Love and panic.

by the girl who tamed the tiger

13/the undocumented life of a man without a serial number [2]


I am against textual ambition. The secret themes of my devastation have led me here, in boredom, without memory, plotting to start again. All of my past is solidly behind me at last, yet I will always be a victim to a sexy dress. I am waiting for the perpetual playback of my failures to cease. Nothing frustrates me more than a woman who will not let her-self be adored. Like an undeveloped dream, it is time for me to dial up a groove. I broke my promise not to suffer, and now. I have to start all over to earn my solitude.

 Art: Dave McKean, Cages 


Well I only got two emails with questions so I'll answer those.

Tash H: "
what is love?"

That's quite the loaded question. I can't answer it. Baby don't hurt me.

Jeffrey Mc: 1.what is your favorite song of 2009, or better yet the decade

2009: Neko Case - This Tornado Loves You.
The decade: Joseph Arthur - Honey and The Moon

2. why did you start achtung baby? i check it almost every day, but why?!

To share my obsessions with my friends. To tell stories via music, motifs, photography. As a beacon to find like minded people. Just my luck that a large portion of the readers are shy or something. Alas, longtime friendships have been established because of the blog as well.

3. most curiously, what do you do for a living; in so much as what is your "career"?

Being that I am unemployed ( yes, I'm a statistic ) I can get away with this simple answer. As you can tell I like keeping some things private.

4. have you thought about moving to new york?

Every Fucking Day since 2007 when I sort of lived there for half the year due to work. My mum was born in New York so I feel like my life is pilgrimage there. 

7/The undocumented life of a man without a serial number [1]



Impudent Danger Girl came without an instruction book. There was no manual on how to keep things exciting with her. She expected me to be a damn psychic. Without Communication, there was no saving me. We were not inside intensity.

Impudent Danger Girl was the one to make me crawl out of my miserable world. It's the things I have yet to learn that made me a man in her eyes. For some reason I listened to her. She would say things like “At this time of the night Colors have no meaning. Let's go corrupt a painting!” I followed. If she manifested the slightest interest in the future, it meant that there was such a thing.  

Impudent Danger Girl's verdict: We were Symbiotic. The end was written on the wall in Ani Difranco lyrics. Her autopsy of us did not reveal each other's name tattooed outside our hearts like I predicted. She grew tired because I would not give up the ghost of this relationship. At a moment's notice I could be possessed and taken back to us making love to Massive Attack's "Angel". God Bless having been in love with an atheist.

Impudent Danger Girl owned my intimacy. I was endlessly annoyed when she left me. She forced me to go out and about, searching for a strange little girl. I do not know what it feels like not to want to sleep with someone I've already slept with. The road to those feelings interrupts my sequential talent. Long lasting fury is one hell of a feeling to erase.


0/This post takes place between 12:00am and 12:05am


The goal: 24 posts in 24 hours. Ending at 12:00 am 01/01/2010.
I'm on central time, I think Typepad is on Pacific, so take that into account.

I want to send a big thank you to my collaborators.

I want to
dedicate my efforts to my mom who was sick and in ICU all through Christmas week but is now doing better. My newlywed friend. My NYC/Boston friends. And my PYT muse.

Holmes versus Moriarty

Sherlock Holmes versus Professor Moriarty in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Moriarty appears in Alan Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Recruited from university by British Intelligence, he supposedly set up his criminal empire as part of an undercover operation which got out of hand. Having survived the encounter with Sherlock Holmes, he went on to become the head of British Intelligence under the code-name "M" (a nod to the James Bond novels and films), but still maintained his criminal interests....he was ironically succeeded as "M" by Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother. In The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Black Dossier, it is suggested that Jack Kerouac's Dean Moriarty (from On the Road) is his great-grandson... [ Wikipedia ]

Too bad that fucking not so well executed League of Extraordinary Gentlemen movie came out years ago because now would be the time to make the case for Guy Ritchie to direct it.

The adventures of Commander Shepard

I like bookshelves


We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
Roberto Bolaño


Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people's ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.
Roberto Bolaño


...And literature was a vast minefield occupied by enemies, except for a few classic authors (just a few), and every day I had to walk through that minefield, where any false move could be fatal, with only the poems of Archilochus to guide me. It’s like that for all young writers. There comes a time when you have no support, not even from friends, forget about mentors, and there’s no one to give you a hand; publication, prizes, and grants are reserved for the others, the ones who said “Yes, sir,” over and over, or those who praised the literary mandarins, a never-ending horde distinguished only by their aptitude for discipline and punishment—nothing escapes them and they forgive nothing.
Roberto Bolaño