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daydreaming in hypertextuality

Herealoneorwaiting

“My heart is beating like it’s lonely, like there’s nothing else inside of me.”
Junot Díaz, 'This Is How You Lose Her'

"Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it."
Mario Vargas Llosa

"Se escribe para llenar vacíos, para tomarse desquites contra la realidad, contra las circunstancias"

Mario Vargas Llosa

Pillsareaguntoyourhead

My inspiration is coming at five ideas a second and seven songs a minute. My computer can't keep up. My browsers have fatigue. So many open tabs. I've hacked my brain and created a sort of momentary synthetic hypomania. That's in addition to the obscene amount of Red Bull in my system, probably enough for a heart attack. I have to ride the wave as quickly as I can before it washes away. The posts have been multiplying like little Gremlins today1.  I'm going to finish this which I've been writing for a while in my head ( which means the better more graceful parts are probably gone b/c I didn't write them down ). I actually wrote something along these lines, a long text post, between May and August, in small parts, but it never looked good once I was sober so I eventually deleted it. I kept thinking I could salvage parts of it until I gave up. I woke up on the I don't give a fuck side of the bed today.There's some sort of filter that comes off during my curent state. Everything goes.

Iamwhoiam_500

I've tried rebooting myself so many times and it just doesn't work. "what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does" as Fiona Apple said. I'm not on some quest to find myself. I'm just stuck with who I am and annoyed with what I can't change. Irritated and full of Regret. I know who I am: a thematic tome of unrelenting desire and failed romances. I'm very hard on myself.

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Sometimes I find it offensive that I need anti-depressants to live. As if there's a sort of Natural Law that says we should all be Happy that does not apply to me and chemistry has to keep me breathing. A synthetic existance. Mostly it leaves me bored, with hints of quiet desperation.Pistanthrophobia

There is currently no girl, no woman, no Romantic Interest. Only Lustful daydreams of a mistress. I'm a blank canvass with a drip of red pain falling halfway down the middle. And this painting is stuck on a wall.

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I don't pray hard enough for amnesia. I don't pray at all. Maybe that's why it hasn't happened.

AngelaBWandRED_n

I was telling the most Lolita girl I know how much I wish I had a photogenic female friend in this city to take my own photos for posts on here. All my girls, they get married. All the nymphets are now older and having babies. 

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Andy is right. I don't want what I can't have anymore. This is a much practical stance.

Gentlemanbyday_1280

Well, I'm off to write my first short story in years. It's called "The sexual frustrations of a man without a serial number"

 1 written between 9.20 and 9.22
 *Nishe / I love you / p0und-the-al4rm /wild hearts / I was blank  / i am who i am

safe from creeping relatives and rust

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On Discovering a Butterfly

 I found it and I named it, being versed
 in taxonomic Latin; thus became
 godfather to an insect and its first
 describer -- and I want no other fame.

 Wide open on its pin (though fast asleep),
 and safe from creeping relatives and rust,
 in the secluded stronghold where we keep
 type specimens it will transcend its dust.

 Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
 poems that take a thousand years to die
 but ape the immortality of this
 red label on a little butterfly.

Vladimir Nabokov
 broken wingsby *ipeksen 

LittleBigPlanetVita + Stephen Fry

Playing this game is such a joy. It has such a personality. I have to give props to Sony for continuing to produce these even though as a mascot, Sackboy hasn't set the world on fire the way Mario does for Nintendo. The Little Big Planet games are so creative and allow the user to be just as creative and I think they should very well be used in middle school art classes. Anyways, here's the launch trailer and intro cinematic for the Vita version I got last week plus the announce trailer for their very interesting looking next game "Tearaway"


out of desire and despair

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“Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few key words, then a little syntax make a clearing in the silence. Art... is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar... We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother-tongue.”
 Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery/Aleksandra88 

a few things to tell you

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1 - I get like a million "listen to my band/song/video" emails and CAN NOT reply/read them all. I don't read ANY OF THEM. I removed my email address from this blog b/c I'm sick of getting them. I'm over new music. I've reached the age where I like what I like and that's that.

2 - I wish more people would comment.

3 - You should refresh this blog each time you visit b/c if you don't you are missing ou on all the little icons I add to the left and right columns. I change them often and if you don't refresh you only see the old ones.