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|Sunday, May 24th, 2015|
"...people think [Alice In Wonderland] is about drugs, because when you do too many drugs, you don't have any frames of reference that aren't just more drug."(via)
|Wednesday, April 8th, 2015|
""You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.
Augustus Waters (The Fault In Our Stars)
|QotD (C. Bukowski)
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly,
but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
- Charles Bukowski
Hey, slow down there, shortcake.
|Sunday, March 22nd, 2015|
"A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving."
|Saturday, March 21st, 2015|
"Time's a river, so they say. And then you drown.
"-The Weepies, "River From the Sky"
|Tuesday, March 17th, 2015|
|Thursday, March 12th, 2015|
“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.” - Terry Pratchett
|Monday, February 2nd, 2015|
"The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.
|Thursday, January 1st, 2015|
"You're in the throws of existential angst. This desperate need for company -- for something to fill your time -- you're staring into your own grave.
"Take a look at your reflection. What do you see? A stranger, a cypher? Why? Because there's nothing there. You're a tree without a shadow. You're an empty well. You're a silent scream.
"Most of the time you can deny it, but not when you're alone without distractions. Then, you're forced to confront it and deal with the question. It's shoved in your face, rammed down your throat. The only question:
What is the meaning of my existence?
"Quit running. The answer's inescapable. Your existence has no meaning. None at all. And if you don't come to grips with that, you're going to continue to lead an incomplete, unfulfilled, totally neurotic life.
"Normally I'm loath to give advice, but if I were you, I'd learn how to sit still, to face the abyss, to embrace it, to do nothing.
"Bernard to Joel, Northern Exposure (S4E12 ~31:00)
|Tuesday, December 30th, 2014|
"Fishin' for a good time starts with casting your line."
|Sunday, December 28th, 2014|
"The love of money as a possession -- as distinguished from the love of money as a means to the enjoyments and realities of life -- will be recognized for what it is: a somewhat disgusting morbidity, one of those semi-criminal, semi-pathological propensities which one hands over with a shudder to the specialists in mental disease. All kinds of social customs and economic practices, affecting the distribution of wealth and of economic rewards and penalties, which we now maintain at all costs, however distasteful and unjust they may be in themselves, because they are tremendously useful in promoting the accumulation of capital, we shall then be free, at last, to discard.
"from J.M. Kaynes's Economic Possibilities for our Grandchildren (1930)
|Friday, December 12th, 2014|
"We licked the cookie, and now it's ours. And if we do follow through, we'll all be millionaires."
-Roman Mars from 99% Invisible
|Sunday, October 26th, 2014|
|In Dreams (lost highway)
I'm flying down the side of an interstate -- a long and busy stretch which leads, miles down, to Home. The day's beautiful (like today). It runs over rolling hills and is lined with trees on both sides, with a 10' shoulder of grass between the road and the trees. I'm flying over the grass and against traffic (on the left side), moving at a fare clip, but struggling to control altitude.
A tall truck is coming at me on the grassy shoulder, so I spread my arms and puff my chest to rise above the potential collision. I do rise, but too much. I'm far above the Earth now. And I keep going. Out into space, floating in the void, until Earth and the Moon are too far away to distinguish from any tiny star. I forget about The Sun, and am totally disoriented and lost -- just speckled emptiness with no Up and Down. Urgently, I imagine the Earth back into my sight, and there it is. So too the moon, though reimagined with water and an atmosphere - a mini Earth. This makes me smile.
I fly back to it, The Earth, like a child to its mother after having been lost and found at the mall. But I'm unsure now where the highway is or how to find it or quite where I was going. Everything I need is right in front of me, but I still feel very, very lost
|Sunday, October 5th, 2014|
"For the mind either incapable or super-capable of discrimination, everything is fun"Jim Woodring
|Saturday, September 6th, 2014|
"Let's remember to look for the fingerprints of humans where we would, perhaps, prefer to see acts of God.
|Thursday, September 4th, 2014|
"People stopped saying 'Let's look to the government' and started saying 'We need to know our neighbors and pull together. Otherwise nothing will happen,'"
|Sunday, August 24th, 2014|
When your classic nerd covers huimself rubber cement and runs around saying he's a horrible burn victim... [they] are not celebrating death, they're not celebrating pain. They're celebrating health. You rip that rubber cement off and you're okay and you're healthy and you're feeling fine. What makes the stuff beautiful is that it is a trick. It's not beautiful if it's real. If you're really in a box full of your own shit, that's not beautiful unless you're going to the moon, unless you're doing something during it. Pointing guns, shooting them in each other's face, and the audience knowing that's completely safe, that's where the beauty is! What you want out of art, what you want out of life, what you want out of sex is for the Visceral and the Intellectual to collide as fast as they can. When you're on a roller coaster, your guts tell you "we're gonna die". Your intellect tells you, "if everyone died, their insurance rates would be too high and they couldn't keep the park open".
|Wednesday, August 20th, 2014|