Pink Floyd is phenomenal

Just act honestly. Stop forgetting that.

yeah, oh yeah

If anyone is interested in listening to the first 67 or 68 of the 69 Love Songs with me in otherwise silence, while we both sit on the ground and look at it while we shift the positions of our legs because they’re getting sore from sitting in one position for that long of a time (it is a lot of songs.), let me know. I don’t want to talk before or after.

It's about a car wash. It's about a public restroom. It's about a rostrum at an empty funeral home.

[OVERDESCRIPTION OF CAR WASH WITH STATIC AND STRAIGHT POSTURE, HANDS ON WHEEL, 10 and 2, SMELL OF THE INSIDE OF THE CAR BUT WITH AN ADDED SOMETHING, PRESSURE FROM THE WATER, ANXIETY BUILDS-HANDS ON THIGHS, CHEWING GUM]

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Time is the school in which we learn,   

Time is the fire in which we burn.

We Are A Thing That Was Dropped In The River And The River Has Carried It Out Of Our View

is a title for something like a sculpture made out of old newspapers or with excessive amounts of woodglue. Something sloppy, glazed, and beautiful.

The new Sun Kil Moon starts off with a torturous one.

How two things can often be the same

yet on investigation distance themselves

like one piece of hair splits

into two from the top

Oh how the weak were born to be bold

dreams of justice even layers

as their visions age to old

the bird outside the window flies from view

but the snow does not, well

it does but it doesn’t as one leaves

another flake enters the frame sometimes

bigger than the last sometimes

two for every one that leaves

bargain basement clearance snow

that is like comfort behind bricks

wood and large walls of windows

like it is a good thing

the sad scene in the romantic

comedy where she stands upset and

alone and looks up as it falls on her face

Oh, how easy it is to break

sight from sound from mind

into twilit not reveries but something like it

to sit inside and look out.

Have you heard the one about the girl that burns to death?

According to current jewelry advertisements, today's hottest holiday gift is jewels.

when i sift

the flour of malice

Go ahead and egg a chicken coop.

i almost just signed up for an account on theatlantic.com so i could comment on a pretty articulate rich dude who talked about his childrens' schools being free of "ghetto people," but otherwise being very racially mixed.

but all would have said was, "Dude, 'ghetto people?' For real?" and then maybe double commented with, "Go fuck yourself, bro." and then that would have been a really dumb thing.

Reconcile what you care for with what you actively defend with reality and one day we all must die: inter v intra v inner v outer: Fatal Four-Way

Last night I used the term "blood money" in a political debate, and today embarrassment replaced the angry conviction. You should never get incensed and raise your voice and lecture your father about blood money. You should Instagram pictures of his nice things and take phone calls during peak conversation opportunities.

Medicine or Booze or Both?: Is Kombucha a new miracle cure-all? Or modern day snake oil?: An Investigation.

Yo, what's up with GT's new brown bottles? I feel unhealthy when I drink one now. Like I'm unhealthy.

Through thorough analysis and creative experimentation, we shape and measure the dimensions of each coffee to accentuate its individual layers and achieve a leveled balance distributed throughout the cup.

i don't know what words mean anymore. it seems like they mean drink my coffee please but i want them to mean sleep more, stupid.

my big point of pragmatic debate was always assassinate or pie to the face (which will accomplish what we need??), and then i saw a picture of him on gawker with two dogs he'd painted (poodles or something (gross)), and he was smiling like a big boy who'd done it all on his own, zipped up his fly and flushed the toilet and turned around with his hands in the sink, "oh you caught me off guard in my shiningest moment", and i wanted to hug him because it might be ok.

I sat in Dominique's kitchen, at the kitchen table, when her older sister, Stephanie, our collective babysitter, said "Left Eye closes her eyes when she sings. What a bitch."

After that, we called a bunch of sex line numbers and 1-800-FAT-HUNK played, "Are you horny? I know I am. It comes from one of those, oh, those things between your legs," to my nine year old ears.  We called it back at least three more times.

I think that was when Waterfalls came out, and it made me feel so sad.  I think Stephanie might have been a total asshole.

yeah, but why can't we

i wanted to post the first half of an unfinished essay venn diagraming dwayne johnson and vin diesel as public personas but then i read it and was not happy about myself. here's a picture of death:

The one thing about losing your keys

you feel like an asshole for publicly worrying about losing your keys. Afterwards, it seeps into your life as you begin to formulate the social equations necessary for recovering the important. What the fuck happened to your Dominicks Fresh Values card?

here at this bar that we're at, while we're talking about something that's been going on in popular culture that reminded me about my fantasy hockey team.

hold on, i have to check my fantasy hockey team

at least be honest about it.

death chats. death chats. death chats. death chats. death chats. death chats. death chats. death chats death chats death chats death chats death chats death chats death chats.