February 2011
44 posts
"What sort of writing do you usually do, Dan?"
Grimoires, of course.
Discovery
always
always
happens when you least expect it.
That’s why it’s discovery.
52 hours incredibly well spent.
Sternness, apparently I have it.
J: Do you ever feel like you take things too seriously?
D: Where's the book of standards that says what I ought and ought not take seriously? There are a million things out there people care more for than me. Besides, even if it were possible, I'd rather take things seriously and still be able to make jokes than be one of these frivolous pieces of shit that lets his environment wash over him and takes everything at face value. That's not called "taking it easy", that's called being shallow. If being deep means a hazard of drowning, I'll take it for the depth.
valentine's day
is a cheap, miserable day for chumps, and does everything for romance that Christmas does for christianity and giving.
Small victories make life good.
-I passed my driver’s test.
-I’m going to Arcata.
-When I come back, All-Star Superman will be waiting for me (I am MEGA-DORK).
She was half right. You can’t make bad things good by perception. But you can choose to celebrate the good things more than complain about the bad, because they’ll always be there.
I cheered for my life a little.
Now back into the breech.
My most hirable quality,
I do get shit done on time.
On what a brave new world we live in...
Roomy: Nuclear weapons and the 24-hour news cycle changed everything.
-my: Increasingly suicidal armaments and the ability for bleeding-heart "liberals" to point to a picture of something they're mad about haven't changed shit. People are still Fucked Up Beyond Most Means of Repair.
I wish I had a trust fund sometimes. A big fat...
I don’t care how
self-centered
ignorant
childish
entitled
tasteless
I would be. Fuck.
Yes I do. I do care. Because if I had grown up with that fat trust fund, I’d have no taste and I would spend it on stupid self-centered
ignorant
childish
entitled
tasteless things, and there’d be no point.
I wish I could apply for middle-class white kid grants. But that’s...
Tumblr is primarily a visual artists medium, a...
Fuck it. My brushstrokes are adjectives and my metaphors chiaroscuro. My zoom lens is a healthy cynicism and my filter is six years of stalwart drug use, cavalier romance and both their consequences. My finishing software is boredom, egocentricity, and the love of good art.
I am never unnecessarily cruel.
I respond to cruelty with cruelty of a different shade.
This is how I survived a sea of homophobia, economic classism, and the antithesis of meritocracy that was the American public school system. It is how I weather the dampness that permeates from that sea into American college life, and eventually American adult professional life, possibly even in hell with the NeoCons.
It is how most people...
Acknowledging your imperfection in word and in...
…one is like a band aid, the other is an appropriate prosthesis that allows you to function despite your crippling afflictions.
I don't apologize for the way I am
because the way I am is unapologetic.
“If Christians would really live according to the teachings of Christ, as found...”
– Mahatma Gandhi
My alarm clock has a first name
it is a series of racial epithets.
“Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you...”
– Zampano (Mark Danielewski)
Freedom from other people
is fiendishly, devastatingly macerating.
fuck me
I’m lonely
maybe only at night.
I make no bones about it,
one of my life goals is to be one of those authors that spoiled, pretentious kids college treat like a new literary messiah. I have no trouble being treated like a Vonnegut or a Palahniuk, or an Adams, worshiped by the tasteless for all the wrong reasons with abject dishonesty as to my actual shortcomings. The trick is to do that by being a genuinely good writer, so that once (if)...
I got wicked dumped today.
and I feel like a worthless pile of shit. I shouldn’t, but I do.
I’m too old for this young man’s world sometimes.
I AM THIRD ADAM AN-
-D SO ARE YOU
Life is not a fairy tale, or a movie.
It’s better than that, because it has
real pain
real love
real evil
real beauty
real villains
real heroes
real boredom
real failure
real todays
real tomorrows
real death
forever death.
and if we take care of each other,
forever life.
really ordinary and spectacular things that the little cinder soot girl will never know the breadth of, like the bitter familiarity of your...
