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I AM 22 WITH A DEGREE IN PHILOSOPHY. I LIKE POETRY AND SITUATION COMEDIES.

March 4, 2013 at 11:42am
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Bumf

This is that dang journal of mine that y’all should submit to. We aim to be the biggest literary deal in the southern hemisphere. That’s right, we are taking down the Paraguayan and Chilean scenes

February 13, 2013 at 10:50am
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noticing that lots of people are still saying they’re giving up lent for lent, which I guess really means they’re giving up on making fresh, piquant remarks for their entire lives.

January 7, 2013 at 8:59am
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But, mostly, it means being a self-righteous, essentialist, post-enlightenment piece of shit.
I’m sorry—this is my first post in several months, but I’m the kind of guy who gets this angry at MEMES.

But, mostly, it means being a self-righteous, essentialist, post-enlightenment piece of shit.

I’m sorry—this is my first post in several months, but I’m the kind of guy who gets this angry at MEMES.

August 13, 2012 at 8:31pm
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Stuart: so it's your birthday today?
Me: yeah
Stuart: suicidal?
Me: nah--as long as my life has some sort of arbitrary momentum, i'm fairly content. though, there's no chance of any sexual activity
Stuart: never know your luck in a wealthy medium sized city on the Pacific Rim.
Me: i want a pacific rimjob

August 9, 2012 at 7:52pm
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‘At the 1912 Summer Olympics in Stockholm, American Walter Winans took the podium and waved proudly to the crowd. He had already won two Olympic medals—a gold for sharpshooting at the 1908 London Games, as well as a silver for the same event in 1912—but the gold he won at Stockholm wasn’t for shooting, or running, or anything particularly athletic at all. It was instead awarded for a small piece of bronze he had cast earlier that year: a 20-inch-tall horse pulling a small chariot. For his work, An American Trotter, Winans won the first ever Olympic gold medal for sculpture.’

‘At the 1912 Summer Olympics in Stockholm, American Walter Winans took the podium and waved proudly to the crowd. He had already won two Olympic medals—a gold for sharpshooting at the 1908 London Games, as well as a silver for the same event in 1912—but the gold he won at Stockholm wasn’t for shooting, or running, or anything particularly athletic at all. It was instead awarded for a small piece of bronze he had cast earlier that year: a 20-inch-tall horse pulling a small chariot. For his work, An American Trotter, Winans won the first ever Olympic gold medal for sculpture.’

August 3, 2012 at 9:50pm
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this can’t be her actual name, can it?

this can’t be her actual name, can it?

July 31, 2012 at 12:11pm
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I guess the problem could be: how do you negotiate the constant barrage of signs when you don’t have an apparatus of semiotic capture? Especially, in this period of semiotic overload, when all the signifiers have been torn free from previous apparatuses/narratives that once captured and bound them into ordered systems of meaning and significance.

Is the challenge now for the privileged fuckhead to find/construct new apparatuses that’ll capture and collect the signifiers like pokemon, so we can assign them new places of fixity and meaning, perhaps neutralising the dangers of overload?

I don’t feel progression so much as feel some contradictions get less severe. Should I just care about some ‘thing’ a lot, so as to whittle the world down to a more manageable size?

Give me a good answer, because I need a reason to get out of bed.

10:45am
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Tonight, I went to an academic political feminist talk at university, and then I went to a stand-up gig that was all “SO THEN I got my cunt girlfriend to suck my dick,” and then I raced home to submit some poems before midnight. I don’t know what my life is. It’s the twenty-first century and I’m just floundering in a collage of signifiers.

July 24, 2012 at 1:44pm
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From Fowler’s Modern English Usage

From Fowler’s Modern English Usage

1:35pm
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accubation

n. the act or posture of reclining on a couch