I Love You, Brain

My name is Brian Janosch. This is where I keep my internet junk. Sorry if I swear. I'm easily excited.

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Journey to the Center of the Earth, Justin Peters (because)

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And now for a break from the unrelenting blare of election coverage: check out this guy's car troubles. (Sound on)

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And now for a break from the unrelenting blare of election coverage: check out this guy's car troubles. (Sound on)

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🇺🇸WEEKEND🇺🇸 (at Snow Lake)

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SF Fact: Office rental agreements are terminated only after a customary gathering of too many white men. (at Cultivated Wit)

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On a taco cleanse in LA, living/working here for a few weeks. Hit me up on Snapchat or send me some 😎🌴☀️ emoji if you wanna take brunch selfies sometime. (at Venice, California)

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California giveth, and California taketh away for like 20 minutes before California giveth a ton more. (at I-5 Highway)

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Praise God all mite-y

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SESUJ SEVAS (at Ace Hotel Los Angeles)

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at Millennium Park

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This show made me very happy this year.

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I stared too long trying to make sense of it. Suddenly, I was one of the Easter Egg Children, trapped in a world I didn't know or understand. I solved the Deer Rabbit's riddle and awoke back in the halls of our hotel, staring at the painting. The Deer Rabbit winked and I retired to my room. 3/5 stars. (at McMenamins Old St. Francis School)

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Sleeper

He turned the brights on, and we drove along the dirt road. A flash of lightning illuminated the house. The lights dimmed and the curtains parted. A misty out-of-focus silhouette. A fiend in human shape.      The guest house was erected in the eighteenth century. A large white house falling into gentle ruin. The door was wide open. The wind howled about the building. He felt around for the matches. All at once the noise stopped. A profound loneliness, an oppressive emptiness. The creak of a floorboard broke the silence.      "The time is approaching when you will be destroyed. He sleeps beneath the silver birches. He sleeps beneath the silver birches. He sleeps beneath the silver birch—"

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My buddy made a book of short stories composed entirely out of Dictionary example sentences.

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Another one from the 1. #nofilter (at Pacific Coast Highway)

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Commute (at San Francisco Caltrain Station)