real neon is done for now

You can find me at hollow object/hallow abject.

I only followed a couple people from here in part because lazy, in part because I follow way too many people. Part of this is trying to prune down to people that actually interact with me. If you want to make sure we stay in touch or that I get around to following you, send me an ask over there, for real.

real neon is done for now

You can find me at hollow object/hallow abject.

I only followed a couple people from here in part because lazy, in part because I follow way too many people. Part of this is trying to prune down to people that actually interact with me. If you want to make sure we stay in touch or that I get around to following you, send me an ask over there, for real.

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real neon is done for now

You can find me at hollow object/hallow abject.

I only followed a couple people from here in part because lazy, in part because I follow way too many people. Part of this is trying to prune down to people that actually interact with me. If you want to make sure we stay in touch or that I get around to following you, send me an ask over there, for real.

(message to be repeated 2 more times over the next day or so)

real neon is done for now

You can find me at hollow object/hallow abject.

I only followed a couple people from here in part because lazy, in part because I follow way too many people. Part of this is trying to prune down to people that actually interact with me. If you want to make sure we stay in touch or that I get around to following you, send me an ask over there, for real.

(message to repeat 3 more times over the following day or so)

I am either going to start a new tumblr or delete a bunch and unfollow nearly everyone.

Like many other things in my life, Tumblr is both boring and irritating me.

brainfog2012 / i accidentally

Which i’m thinking of making worse but enjoying the shit out of. Witch house and four hours of

Syrupy, a word that is exactly what it sounds like: dripping and sliding somewhat viscous and yet absolutely liquid. I’m not serious. I’m not sure whether or not I’m going to do it. I would rather not spend the next day completely fried again, because I feel fried anyway even though I am not doing anything and don’t do things normally and I don’t even normally drink.

It’s very disappointing.

So there’s this dude who came to this poetry reading I curated and read a thing, and he’s apparently really into stuff I write which is cool but then he’s going to send my chapbook to somebody at a poetry thing in NYC which is really strange and kind of intimidating and confusing but exciting at the same time? Also he got me a copy of Mercury by Ariana Reines which is cool.

The Law of the Father is cruel and I like to escape the signifier as much as I can so the name on the chapbook is a pseudonym, which is also the name I use all the time everywhere. When does a “pseudonym” stop being false?

  1. I’ve been feeling bored and unenthusiastic, so I’ve been retreating to corners with my notebook and writing. Or,
  2. I’ve been trying to write but frustrated when I can only write half a page before I give up. Or,
  3. I’ve been succeeding at writing accidentally since somehow I’ve written like 4 or 5 poems in the last week but I feel terrible and doubt myself a lot and still feel like it’s more forced than I would like it to be. I’m hoping that by forcing myself I can get back into the swing of writing again soon.

Hung out with a girl this evening, made and devoured really delicious pasta, talked about suicide and families and queer and music and poetry and I feel somewhat confused
well,
I seem to always feel confused this last week or two so that’s not really newsworthy, but I feel pretty happy about hanging out with her. She’s pretty cool and she lives like two blocks away. I hope that we become really good friends.

The guy at the corner store gave me a bag of tobacco for half price. There are sometimes that being a girl gets you things, and I like those times a lot.

terribleflower:

Links thru to article :D

Hello everyone. I’ve been seeing this go around for a bit so I thought I’d make it clear: this group is essentially a more militant/fascist version of the SPEAK ENGLISH OR GET OUT ppl in the US.
I mean, it’s cool that cops are getting pepper sprayed, but not cool to cheer fascists.

terribleflower:

Links thru to article
:D

Hello everyone. I’ve been seeing this go around for a bit so I thought I’d make it clear: this group is essentially a more militant/fascist version of the SPEAK ENGLISH OR GET OUT ppl in the US.

I mean, it’s cool that cops are getting pepper sprayed, but not cool to cheer fascists.

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Hidden Government Scanners Will Instantly Know Everything About You From 164 Feet Away

Within the next year or two, the U.S. Department of Homeland Security will instantly know everything about your body, clothes, and luggage with a new laser-based molecular scanner fired from 164 feet (50 meters) away. From traces of drugs or gun powder on your clothes to what you had for breakfast to the adrenaline level in your body—agents will be able to get any information they want without even touching you.

I’m just thinking about affect, about bodies, about the betrayals of physical existence, how technology continues to be one of the most terrifying things ever, how much In-Q-Tel is a terrible thing, about EMPs