oozey mess
Three Goblin Art
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hello vonnie
occasionally subtle
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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trying on a metaphor
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Xuebing Du
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styofa doing anything
Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Tundras of Tears
“Tundras of tears poured conflagrating inward. Where outside of my eyes, a frosted window, a cat’s tail and marble as my footing. I have turned the orange light to blues and in so doing have turned my eyes ephemerally to flora.” Pulling herself from the water, her stories all dripping from her skin, plopped upon her every step; her palm to page is the rock she’s propped upon as chapters…
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The Mutual Arising
“Begin their mutual arising; as they breathed so too grew the trees; so too the sun spoke in exhales of their increscent breaths…” The Girl floats done-this-my-whole-life-smoothly and shouts across the water at Zero, “No matter how deep this gets, ya’know, it’s just more of the same. Same. Same.” From cross legged on the shore, like the tail end of inertia, Zero jumps. “Just keep looking,” he…
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The Adventures of Zero and The Girl
The Adventures of Zero and The Girl
“Sonder a moment… The Wondering Metaphysicist… The Chrontortionist. The Changeling. Your Ignis Fatuus. They seek a geometry of conjuring spots. A collision of collapsing corners. Walls fallen; they paint the air. Growing now dense and thickly stitched within the gaseous dance of the innumerable dead. They seek the ancestries of eons lain beneath the consistent constriction of gravities deepest…
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As it turns out the devil does really have horns; but also kyphosis so I'm not really concerned much about something whose spine weaves crooked and snaked; leaning itself into the future like scared and scarred high school bullies who won by knocking you over will always, all ways, be the one to face plant in the end. Pig troughs like #TuringPharmaceuticals and their waste products like #MartinShkreli are not wolves, no, wolves have a much better reputation - they are scum in sheep's clothing. However on a similar hand #DonaldTrump on the other hand may be just the ticket anarchists and the like need; maybe now America will see what we and the whole rest of the world has known all along; money and politics are inseparable aspects, and thus functions, of each other; in a broken country where the 1% grow as crooked as the spine of the exponential, excremental, growth of their bank account symbol I can't help but take extreme pride in my lower class status and hand-to-mouth paycheck to paycheck living; I am proud to be broke; I am proud to know the way in which I live and love my life is based on the empathetic growth within and not the economic growth without. I'm not alone; the 99% is allone; this is the only majority I'm proud of being a part of. I only believed in the devil existed in my life as a child chastised by priests and nuns in catholic school; now I know the devil exists as greed, selfishness, oppression and the repudiation of everything that can't keep up with it; inside that 1% is a line I can't cross; inside that 1% is a corrosive I will never tolerate in my life. Keep your money; keep your symbol. I'll keep my friends, my family, my fiancé and the arts close to my chest because even if I'm only saying this to a microcosm who feel it too - I'm a member of a majority, a 99% apparently, that still have hearts; that's are the warm hornless organ about 10 inches below the chin in case you too are in that 1% and aren't certain what I'm talking about.
“The Past is not what it used to be…” The past is not what it used to be nor for the matter is the future.
Just Another Zero...
Just Another Zero…
[0] What label has been given to you? I know mine. I know the words; I know the labels; I know the criteria. This is what my PCP calls Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder; the thing that this is trying to describe is something I call; Running From Zero. After 3 years of daily Adderall dosages of 10mg/2x daily I found myself no…
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“Maybe we should think of memory itself as a work of art—and a work of art is never finished, only abandoned.”
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
OH FINALLY AND FUCK YES AM I EXCITED...
This Spring, we’re planning an Abel Township-sized upgrade to Zombies, Run! Along with adding 40 new missions in Season 4, auto-playing of multiple missions, estimated run durations, and improved Spotify and Google Play Music support, we’ll be redesigning the app to make it easier and more fun to...
Vox Sempervivum
One. “Maxwell,” it spoke, “are you ready?“ Eyes open now, startled to wake by not the sound rather the sensation of this voice; the self unspirling must’ve been a consequence of this dream for on July 4th, 2014 Maxwell had woken completely sober. He felt his day intoxicating from dawn into a set of crepuscular fireworks fornicating with the stars and impregnating each fabulous flash of skyline…
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Prometheus Modernized; Rosa Parks as Grand Theft Deity.
Prometheus Modernized; Rosa Parks as Grand Theft Deity.
Scott Jones,
Two Sundays ago we sat expounding poetic waxings in my living room and while we spoke on a range of varied topics there was one specifically that stood out to me; the idea of modernizing gods and mythos. A week later I had the inspiration of Paul Ekman, with all of his faces, being some form of a modernized Janus and this morning I had the inspiration of something far more intense.
A…
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Knuckles and all; FILDI fully charged. On my way to the NIC.
Knuckles and all; FILDI fully charged. On my way to the NIC.
While this blog is way for me to explore and dissect my findings within the science of Nonverbal Communication (NVC) in regards to my work in the justice system, my work with autistic college students and getting a basic, better, understanding of interpersonal relationships thus named The Science of Gesture¹ I find myself more concerned recently with the gestures of, within, and the, very, verbal…
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Mildred Van de Graaff!
Archie is my favourite, and then I played S2M15. The actual picture I wanted to post is below the cut, for spoilers. And sadness.
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Holy shit Crimson-Sun... I mean... Wow... I just recently finished season 3 and in getting ready for season 4 I decided to run 2 again. Archie... Oof... Wasn't she amazing? This picture you did here - I sincerely want this framed in the gym, in the office, in the living room.
Poem on his birthday...
Dear Brother,
Seven years? Is that right? Today is your birthday to turn 35 and you’ve been gone for 7 of those years now. I remembered that silly poem I wrote for you the year after you died – I shared it with few people and was happy when it came to mind yesterday talking to Amanda. Everything is still good here, things seem well with Chad; I think you would love my fiancé; I have a great…
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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out. You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
I dig this.
