"There was no one else like them, except for everybody."
- Chuck Klosterman, 'The Nineties'
referencing authors Elizabeth Wurtzel and Mark Leyner
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"There was no one else like them, except for everybody."
- Chuck Klosterman, 'The Nineties'
referencing authors Elizabeth Wurtzel and Mark Leyner
JOMPBPC • march 16 • your name in spines
W - When We Were Birds by Ayanna Lloyd Banwo
R - Reveille for Radicals by Saul D. Alinsky
E - Et Tu, Babe by Mark Leyner
N - No.6 Volume 1 by Atsuko Asano and Hinoki Kino
We each have this ridiculously finite number of things inscribed in our minds, and what we do, moment by moment, is continuously postulate an extrinsic 'world' for ourselves by reshuffling and recapitulating these ridiculously finite number of things. But it’s a completely closed system — there’s no 'world' actually extrinsic to it.
Mark Leyner, The Sugar Frosted Nutsack
JOMPBPC • march 4 • unique cover
When I’m thrifting, I absolutely judge books by their covers (otherwise I’d be in the same spot for hours…which I am guilty of doing haha) These are a few my fave covers that caught my eye <3
Even those who consider all this total bullshit have to concede that it's upscale, artisanal bullshit of the highest order.
Mark Leyner, The Sugar Frosted Nutsack
I said I'm an exceedingly boring person... I don't really think that. I think I'm a sort of weird composite of thrill-seeking heedlessness and crippling hyperanxiety—I mean, I've taken LSD before a root canal, but I'm equally capable of calling the police and area hospitals if my wife is even five minutes late coming home from a pedicure, so...
Mark Leyner, Gone with the Mind
Isn’t fate, like, the ultimate preexisting condition?
Mark Leyner, The Sugar Frosted Nutsack