No, says head gnome.
No, says head gnome.
No, says head gnome.
Maybe sometimes it might be better to write familiarly, to communicate, to, gasp, connect.
Music is the soundtrack for the film you make of your life.
I prefer to listen to the present.
Fave 4 albums of 2011 so far from The Black Angels, Alborosie, Man Man, Okkervil River. Any recommendations for fresh, this year, tunes?
We are worth our clicks & taps.
Pilfered choices. Bought. Sold.
Targeted. Seduced. Into more.
for anyone.
Never content to be content
This content is not content.
[This box is stoned.]
May should show itself again.
If someone wanted to hide, out in the open, out in the ether, of this closed system, for which we are content, one could.
“You cried for night – it falls. Now cry in darkness.”
— Samuel Beckett
Ambition without integrity is excremental.
Whose sake?
What is sake?
To what end?
Mine.
Academics kill what they love.
They’re death.
Questions are life itself.
But not your questions.
Man appears in his ambiguous state as an object of knowledge and as a subject that knows:enslaved sovereign, observed spectator.” – Foucault