pith…

Mind, the gap.

Paxil for men. Once you accept those pesky suicidal thoughts, you can keep it up all night.

The chipmunks outside outnumber the people inside. An omen.

Does anyone in America, a purported democracy, remember when politics was the art of compromise? Look it up, Tea Bag Party. It was a thing.

Once you know there’s nothing to hold onto, it’s a lot easier to let go.

“In the Virtual is the ultimate predator & plunderer of reality, secreted by reality itself as a kind of self-destructive viral agent.” -Jean Baudrillard
The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (Talking Images)

An invasive species, we. The world’s worst, yet.

“Reality, having lost its natural predators, is growing like a proliferating species.” -Jean Baudrillard
The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (Talking Images)

I’m pretty sure you couldn’t be a pain in my ass. Nothing I couldn’t over come. Joyfully.

Where are all the surrealists? Seems that should be today’s natural state.

Duke must be proud of their alum, Ben Quayle. Who knew he was such a respected presidential historian? Look out, Doris Kearns Goodwin.

Twitter has prompted an invention idea. Snug socks.
With reservoir tip.

Can anyone limn a line between here and there any more? Or less.

And who.

Or: here.

Nothing is more attractive than what’s not there.

“The world is all that is the case.” – Wittgenstein
“No, the world is as it is.” – Jean Baudrillard
So much for synthesis this evening.

The here and there have fallen. Boss.

If I knew where the grain was, I might be inclined to go against it.

Guess that’s all she wrote. Even masturbation is all worn out.