Saturday, June 11, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Give up attachment, and you give up loss. Give up hope, and you give up disappointment.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I acknowledge that fashion, like all art, is frivolous, and therefore must be important.

Monday, March 28, 2011

“I think of the ones who died years ago. They're still dead.”

Sunday, March 27, 2011

It was terrible to be young. It is terrible to have been young.

Monday, March 14, 2011

In every life, there is love, and lack of love. In every life, there is death.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

“This will answer all my questions?”
“Ha ha, it will elucidate the hopelessness of answering any question.”

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I feel like I'm dying, like I'm dead, like I've always been dead.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

“Not much into body modification. I don't even get my hair cut.”

Saturday, December 25, 2010

“Why stressed out and unhappy? Doesn't celebrating the presumed birth of an executed criminal agitator via an usurped winter festival fill you with goodwill?”
“That was the year we fed on the beasts of the plains. We slaughtered them; we feasted on their tender parts, and left their bulks to rot sweetly in the sun.”

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

“Power over one's soul? Ha ha. Souls are make-believe, like fairies and cholesterol.”

Monday, December 13, 2010

Does the knowledge that everyone is going to imminently die mitigate the knowledge that you are going to imminently die?

Does the knowledge that you are going to imminently die mitigate the knowledge that everyone is going to imminently die?

Thursday, December 9, 2010

I am religious in the way that religious people are oblivious.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Intelligence takes the mystery out of the universe.

The illusion of intelligence takes the illusion of mystery out of the illusion of the universe.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Words are generally useless. I live in words, but/thus I know how ultimately meaningless they are.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

“...And remember: life is pointless, so read some poetry.”

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Humans commit crimes. A society should treat its citizens like humans, even if they do not all individually treat each other as such.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

What a strange dream
Life was

What a sad prank
Played by matter
Upon sentience

Saturday, November 13, 2010

America is the land of excess because the Americans really believe that there is no such thing as excess.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

For as long as there have been people, there have been ghosts.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

In the war of attrition that is every life, there is only ever one victor.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The world is not beautiful nor ugly; it just is, and we project our moody interpretations onto it.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Monday, October 11, 2010

Everything ends. To expect it not to end is in vain. So one should get comfortable with destruction.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Death and taxes. Taxes, however, may be escaped by escaping society. Death may be escaped by escaping self.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Information comes from all sources, all equally reliable (id est: unreliable).

Friday, September 17, 2010

“Schnell! Schnell! Before the American archaeologist kills us all!”

Friday, September 10, 2010

Monday, September 6, 2010

Regarding Halloween decorations: If it looks like it would be on the set of The Addams Family, it's cool. If it looks like it would be on a kindergarten teacher's desk, it's tacky.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Nothing is irrevocable. Nothing is permanent, except for death. Which perhaps explains its weird appeal.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

I do not own you, but I own you.

You are not my slave, but you are my slave.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

“ that thick Russian accent: 'Bad things happen. That is life. But there is no need to think about the bad things. Live. Live!'...”

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

"You got that? It's for children."

"It's marketed for children. Anyone can use it. Marketing is not reality."

Friday, August 6, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010


"If you get handed lemons... make lemonade!" But lemons are not the only ingredient in lemonade; also required is water and sugar. If all you are handed is lemons, then all you can make is lemon juice, sour to drink. Sugar is what makes lemonade sweet. The adage assumes that you are handed not only lemons but also sugar, or that you had a sufficient store of sugar prior. Without sugar, if you are handed lemons, you simply cannot make lemonade.

And of course, it commonly occurs that, both figuratively and literally, there is no sugar.

Sometimes there is not even water.
I don't like to give out a mediocre book, which is why my library is filled with mediocre books, because I give out all the good ones.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

“My life is not here. This is comfortable. My life is not meant to be comfortable.”

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

“There will be more.”

“There will be no more.”

Both equally ominous.

And equally vague.

And therefore equally meaningless.
Cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and extension cords: however many you have is five too short.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

I do not ascribe meaning to mundane occurrences. I do not ascribe meaning to extraordinary events. (Existence is utterly and unutterably meaningless.)

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

That math evinces a divine, supra-human nature is not a certainty, but rather a philosophical supposition.
I would enjoy to retire to an empty place and study math.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Monday, June 7, 2010

Thursday, June 3, 2010

“It's numbered by the days since I was born. Yes, my days are numbered. So are yours: you're just not keeping track.”
“It is a very potent message: All social taboos and mores are imaginary and invented and have no impact on the physical functioning of the universe.”
When you are laying dying

--as you will be--

what will you think about?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

“Your poetry is depressing.”
“My poetry reflects existence. Existence is depressing.”

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

All words are merely references to other things.
“Take compliments, ignore insults... And you acknowledge the inconsistency of accepting the expressed opinions of others in certain arbitrary cases and rejecting the expressed opinions of others in certain other arbitrary cases?”
My understanding is that all lives are meaningless, tragi-comically.
“You know, it is impossible to distinguish sincerity from sarcasm over the Internet.”

Monday, May 24, 2010

There can be no intimacy between those who are not lovers, because there is no sex. There can be no intimacy between those who are lovers, because there is sex.
The summer comes again, to the winter's survivors.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Push, pull, coax, caress, entice... Must a conversation merely breathe, or should it gasp, pant, huff, gyrate and arc and wriggle, and finally whimper softly, gratefully...?
Freedom is a culturally constrained notion -- which means, there is no such thing.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Do not fail to feel yourself close to death at every moment. Act accordingly.

Friday, May 14, 2010

How to diagnose one's own insanity? The world makes sense to me, but it obviously makes a different sense to other people.
“How can you sit like that? You can't possibly be comfortable.”

“I am never comfortable. Thus, I can sit in any position.”

Monday, May 10, 2010

Militaries exist only to serve the political machinations of rich people, and by every account, the experience of soldiering amounts only to boredom, frustration, and seeing other people's intestines splattered about.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

"This is a matter of national security. This is important."
"It's only important if you think any of that shit matters."
"A lot of people might die."
"No, all people will die. Whether they live another year or ten or two hundred is not important, except to themselves, and that is a matter of vanity."

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Everyone is going to die. (Everyone you know is going to die. Everyone you love is going to die.) You know this, yet you are surprised by each instance of the gradual actualization of this.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

For every thing I say, there are thousands of things I don't say, because no one would understand.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Have you ever had two men standing guard outside your door as you slept? No. Have you ever killed every person in the room? No. Have you ever been brutalized? Yes, of course you have.


Friday, April 2, 2010

“I don't care if anyone ever reads it. I simply want to write it.”

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

“Don't you forget what I am, which is a danger to every thought you think and every feeling you feel.”
“I don't want that stuff even described to me.”

“I can tell you what animal it came out of. It came out of a jaguar. I watched it come out of it.”
Syntax murky I am fine with.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

after being up all night, I wake at 4:50 in the afternoon and write down these thoughts:

You are a guest at a large dinner with many guests, and you know that the food is poisoned. What do you do? Do you try to dissuade others from eating any way you can? Do you try to dissuade others from eating with the truth, and endure the suspicion that you poisoned the food? Do you excuse yourself from the dinner without explanation? Do you excuse yourself with explanation? Do you pretend to eat? Do you converse and laugh and feast and share fate with the rest of the diners?

Now here's the problem: Life is that dinner, everyone you know is at the dinner, and the food is poisoned.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

You can have a carefree life as long as you have nothing to do with other people.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010