…that will never see the light of day, ever.
(From 1 stickie, Jan or Mar 2010, yes last year)
really bitch and babble about how some bloggers/writers/artists need, fucking NEED the fucking love, how it becomes a drug, the “Unreal” factor…
And Let’s Not Forget
HIGH ON THE SHITLIST AND LOW ON THE POLE (How Every Post Makes Us Feel Like a God but It’s Just a Couple of Whimpers from Whipped Dogs) *
THE BIG BAD “MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH SYLVIA PLATH” POST: 1984, Natasha. Cat People. The Colossus. Everything.
WHY DOES EVERY FILM/MUSIC VID seem brilliant when played silent but appears idiotic with the sound on? (An increasingly recurring phenomenon)
“Apocalypse: My Favorite Fetish”
• • •
Jesus. I remember the morning I wrote all that in Jan OR March 2010 and it was not a good one. But I really should write that last one!! No, seriously, a real no bullshit essay about the fetishization of “apocalyptic culture” to the extent where it is the “norm,” almost the “expected.” Ah.
I’m clearing my desk.
* Yes thank you Uncle Harlan.