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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
JVL
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Today's Document
if i look back, i am lost
shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap
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styofa doing anything
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@rocket2nowhere
“a grotesque and enthralling final sequence in a semi-legal Mexico City bathhouse that channels the dark ghost of William S. Burroughs”
(this dark ghost seems to be following me)
(https://biblioklept.org/2019/02/17/more-bolano-a-review-of-roberto-bolanos-novel-the-spirit-of-science-fiction/)
Roberto Bolaño died at the young age of 50 in 2003, just as his work was beginning to gain a wider audience and broader critical acclaim.
A few years ago, when it suddenly occurred to us that the internet was a place we could never leave, I began to keep a diary of what it felt
This piece made me want to burn everything I’ve written since 2005.
I want to tell a student about Uncle Bill, but don’t know how
Adding machines lead to Harvard. He accidentally shot his wife in the head while playing William Tell. He shot a lot of heroin. He wasn’t Beat and Jack really didn’t understand. There is nothing worse than centipedes unless it is Control. I mean, there has to be a way to live one’s authentic life without requiring recourse to that adjective. His response to obscenity charges was to point at nuclear weapons and then write even more beautifully about buggery. Perhaps Tangier was sinister, but a man. Taught. His asshole. To. Talk.
etc.
Kudos to the guy making his way through the rain while looking at his phone — on in-line skates.
Books I read in 2018
Fearless Colors by Samplerman
2666 by Roberto Bolaño
My Favorite Thing is Monsters by Emil Ferris
In China von Sascha Hommer
Nancy is Happy: Dailies 1943-1945 by Ernie Bushmiller
Descender volume 1: Tin Stars by Jeff Lemire & Dustin Nguyen
Descender volume 2: Machine Moon by Jeff Lemire & Dustin Nguyen
Spider Gwen: Kingpin by Jason Latour, Tom Taylor, Robbi Rodriguez, and Marcio Takara
The Sissy Goes for a Swim by Amanda K. Davidson
Friends von Jan Soeken
US by Sarah Dowling
The Book of Dust, Volume 1: La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman
The Abortion: An Historical Romance 1966 by Richard Brautigan
Queer: A Graphic History by Meg-John Barker and Julia Scheele
Perfect Lives by Robert Ashley
Une Semaine de Bonté: A Surrealist Novel in Collage by Max Ernst
Song Cycle by Richard Henderson
20 Jazz Funk Greats by Drew Daniel
Lucky Luke #22: Calamity Jane by Morris and Goscinny
Lucky Luke #24: . . . gegen Joss Jamon by Morris and Goscinny
Lucky Luke #27: Die Daltons auf Schatzsuche by Morris and Goscinny
Lucky Luke #30: Die Daltons bewähren sich by Morris and Goscinny
All the Dirty Parts by Daniel Handler
Being Here is Everything: The Life of Paula Modersohn Becker by Marie Darrieussecq
Tales from Earthsea by Ursula K. LeGuin
The Other Wind by Ursula K. LeGuin
Car Warriors #1 (epic comics)
St. George: A Shadowline Saga #1 (epic comics)
Fighting American #2 (DC comics)
Punisher 2099 #1 (Marvel comics)
Punisher 2099 #2 (Marvel comics)
Kickers Inc. #1 (Marvel comics)
Starblast #1 (Marvel comics)
Mad-Dog #1 (Marvel comics)
Mad-Dog #2 (Marvel comics)
Jack Kirby’s Secret City Saga #0 (Topps comics)
Life A User’s Manual by Georges Perec
The Book of Embraces by Eduardo Galeano
In a Dream, I Dance by Myself, and I Collapse by Carolyn Zaikowski
The Lathe of Heaven be Ursula K. LeGuin
Sabrina by Nick Drnaso
The Red Parts by Maggie Nelson
Hicksville by Dylan Horrocks
The Revised Boy Scout Manual by William S. Burroughs
In the House in the Dark of the Woods by Laird Hunt
Samuel Johnson’s Eternal Return by Martin Riker
Reblogging because this was NOT flagged by Tumblr as explicit.
Reblogging because the original was marked as explicit by Tumblr. This is a photo of a table and a yellow bottle-opener. There is nothing sexually explicit about it.
At some point, I decided to stop reblogging things and only post my own photography. I was able to do this regularly for some time, but I ran out of material and only made more ocassionally. Recently, someone told me tumblr was dead. This made me sad. I like it here. And so I’ve decided not to be part of this other person’s perceived death. And even though I don’t have a lot of photos to post, I’m sure I can find something else, and maybe those things, whatever they are, will get the two likes everything else has gotten for the last year or so and maybe not. But hello.
Change that to: “Recently, someone told me Tumblr was dead. And they were predicting the future.”
knuckle tattoo ideas
NULL
BURN
LINT
GOSH
EXIT
TURN
I don’t understand the concept of sustainable straws; why not just stop using them altogether?