I have wasted my life


“By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
— Arthur Rimbaud

There are days I want to open up and spill my guts.
There’s static in my inner voice. 
If you ask me "How are you?"
I'd say "I'm not sure if I can't breathe
or if I don't want to breathe".
Choked by memories
Tortured by Anhedonia
Paralyzed by Failure
Flirting with  Nihilism
Estranged from Melomania
Lacking Romantic Endeavours
Inside a complete lack of motivation and dicipline
I'm too old to de-fragment myself. It's too late to rebuild, to Push the button and restart.

"Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive." 
— Vladimir Nabokov

80's Cartoon Love

Where Visionaries’ key gimmick comes in is by pure co-incidence where the toys’ key gimmick also comes in – our knights have a totem, both spiritual in the sense of some sort of mystical creature from which they draw their power, and literal in the sense of massive staff thing with a picture of said critter.

Reciting a verse allows them to deploy their signature power – or in the case of the toy, reciting the verse allows their hologram of the totem critter to continue to be a hologram, and your parents to think you’ve joined some sort of cult. In the case of the aforementioned, Leoric summons his lion totem to grant him wisdom (this being the Eighties, that wisdom comes down to knowing when to share or not to do drugs) by striking a legs-akimbo hero pose, holding his staff skyward and barking “Whispered secrets of a shattered age, I summon you: renew this sage!”

[console me in my darkest hour]


He was in a troubled and obscured state of mind which was incomprehensible, from the sky to that yellow tram rumbling along the clear track of the Hohenzollerdamn (along which Yasha had once gone to his death), but gradually his annoyance with himself passed and with a kind of relief–as if the responsibility for his soul belonged not to him but to someone who knew what it all meant–he felt that all this skein of random thoughts, like everything else as well– the seams and sleaziness of the spring day, the ruffle of the air, the coarse, variously intercrossing threads of confused sounds–was but the reverse side of a magnificent fabric, on the front of which there gradually formed and became alive images invisible to him.
Vladimir Nabokov, The Gift

+ The Killers live from the Royal Albert Hall - Losing Touch

"I think Prince should be president..."

"I think Prince should be president of the United States....It has been said that Prince presents nothing: he's dead, an image. But who do you think you are? Are you real? Such reality is false. You can only be who you’re taught and shown to be. Those who have and are showing you, most of the controllers, are shits. Despite that, how can you hate you or the image? How can you be who you're not and how can you not be? Prince accepts his falsity. We must be conscious in order to fight outside control. Make Prince, who may be conscious, the next president of the United States."
Kathy Acker


Superman sort of elevates you...

Q: How about for other comics you've done?

A. All-Star Superman was like being a Buddhist for the entire period of writing that because I was thinking like Superman and reading all this hopeful, inspiring stuff. He's very different from Batman. Superman sort of elevates you when you're writing him and makes you think to a higher degree, and Batman makes you paranoid.
+ Sunday Geekersation: Grant Morrison switches superheroes