ŤHØUƓHŤ þUŁP.

A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation." - - - -

[thoughtpulp]

AfTR-ThoTS #gutterpunk #smokemethandhailsatan #moonrocks #fuckfeels. Satan's my fuckboy

[thoughtpulp]

“Ultimately, we can be seen as living in a fractal age where things proliferate endlessly and expand like a virus or a cancer.” Prosumption and the digital age. #georgeritzer #hyperreal #ageofsimulation

[thoughtpulp]

AFTR -ThOTs

[thoughtpulp]

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Meth coffee and pickle palaces.  ;)

#pickleparks

[thoughtpulp]

Graffiti-ed fat tummys and warped thighs. Scrawled words across muted walls. Surreptitiously tossed back moscato from a gas station cup.  Pattering on  river ways, water ways, and all kinds of ways. Sniffing the acridity. In solo solidarity, I launched thought projectiles at the water below and thought, how I wished you were here. In spite of, on, a, the. 

[thoughtpulp]

Quotidian@paste

[evapapamargariti]

RandomAccessData, presented at Default 02-Back in the city? at ROMANTSO, Athens, January 2014 and also at Join The Studio SXSW Showcase March 2014.

[thoughtpulp]

 We think we are in a post consumer society but nah. Dot.com marketplace where everything is the same--waste concentrates--and so the object in not important.  No longer distinction between the real and the symbology of the real. Originality cackling it's last coughs, on honches.  We all just lil babes and piglets.

Ideasthesia.

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[thoughtpulp]

BΣIПG MΥ ӨЩП VIƬΛMIП

[televandalist]

[thoughtpulp]

Ƈσηɗιмєηтѕ нυяƖ тнємѕєƖνєѕ σff тαвƖєѕ, ρƖαтєѕ, αηɗ συт σf мσυтнѕ.

[myfacehasfallenoff]

[thoughtpulp]

ι·ᴍ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀғᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪᴛᴛs.

[crim3s]

[thoughtpulp]

Khentamentu ∆ Pharao by Pyramids Of Mu

[thoughtpulp]

  The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you. And you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready  to die in this swimming pool.

[thoughtpulp]

Inside your head the sound of glass, a car crash sound as the trucks roll over an explode in slow motion. Hello darling, sorry about that.

Richard Silken