pith…

I’m merely here to wear out what few words remain in circulation.

Before Twitter, did anyone say “Said no one ever” without receiving an instantaneous, well-deserved, communal beating?

The head is essentially up to no good.

Pardon me. Like that matters.

“All that was once directly lived has become mere representation.” – Guy DeBord, ‘The Society of the Spectacle’, tr. Donald Nicholson-Smith

Pardon me.

Virtual discourse reclines on the dubious claims that interlocutors are present. Here.

“I can imagine that having disciples would become a very great bother.” – Marshall McLuhan

Melting makes you liquid, flowing nowhere but an end to gravity.
Be careful where you melt.

What would Mohammed drink today?

I’d be a big deal on Jitter. Or MethadoneZone.

Ex-junkies are masters of low-key humor.

Endure the day.

Whose God do I offend to summon a cloud of locusts? I’m in no mood to work today.

All I need is a codpiece and a parachute. And a spear. And a bear.
And a small tactical nuke.

Don’t disappoint. Don’t dream. Duh. Done. Next?

The eclipse of God left us up against reality.
Where will the eclipse of reality leave us?
- Jean Baudrillard

Seek doubt.

The end of the horizon is the horizon.

Longing is distance within.