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February 24, 2014

roundaboutparker:

roundaboutparker:

gay men cannot possibly be using as much strawberry/citrus...

roundaboutparker:



roundaboutparker:



gay men cannot possibly be using as much strawberry/citrus shampoo as they do in fiction…



blueghostghost said: Haha, totally gonna put this in the Art Crit sequel just for you. “Turkish’s hair was soft between my fingers and smelled lightly of strawberry.”



It’s not too late for me to make your cover hideous :|




point taken

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Published on February 24, 2014 07:57

February 23, 2014

"The boy looked at Christian for a moment, his eyes darker than before. Then he smiled and moved so..."

“The boy looked at Christian for a moment, his eyes darker than before. Then he smiled and moved so that his hip was touching Christian’s. Their hipbones met and spoke to each other in a secret bone language.”

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Lost Souls by Poppy Z Brite
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Published on February 23, 2014 16:56

February 22, 2014

Amtrak writer's residencies

austinkleon:





Here’s what went down: in his PEN Ten interview, @AlexanderChee was asked where he best liked to write:



I still like a train best for this kind of thing. I wish Amtrak had residencies for writers.



That’s it. Two sentences. And then this happened:



And here’s Jessica Gross on writing on the Amtrak during her test residency:



[There is] a sense of safety, borne of boundaries. I’ve always been a claustrophile, and I think that explains some of the appeal—the train is bounded, compartmentalized, and cozily small, like a carrel in a college library. Everything has its place. The towel goes on the ledge beneath the mirror; the sink goes into its hole in the wall; during the day, the bed, which slides down from overhead, slides up into a high pocket of space. There is comfort in the certainty of these arrangements. The journey is bounded, too: I know when it will end. Train time is found time. My main job is to be transported; any reading or writing is extracurricular. The looming pressure of expectation dissolves. And the movement of a train conjures the ultimate sense of protection—being a baby, rocked in a bassinet.



As John Cleese put it, the artist needs “boundaries of time and boundaries of space.”


What a great story. And PR dream for Amtrak. Well done, y’all.




Awesome! I love this.

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Published on February 22, 2014 13:19

February 20, 2014

Experimental Ghost mix. Is anyone else using spotify? I’d...



Experimental Ghost mix. Is anyone else using spotify? I’d love some new playlists. 

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Published on February 20, 2014 14:54

February 17, 2014

"“Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum..."

“Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers or yesterday’s homeopape. When nobody’s around, kipple reproduces itself. For instance, if you go to bed leaving any kipple around your apartment, when you wake up the next morning there’s twice as much of it. It always gets more and more.”



“I see.”



“There’s the First Law of Kipple, ‘Kipple drives out nonkipple.’ Like Gresham’s law about bad money. And in these apartments there’s been nobody there to fight the kipple”.



“So it has taken over completely. Now I understand.”



“Your place, here, this apartment you’ve picked—it’s too kipple-ized to live in. We can roll the kipple-factor back; we can do like I said, raid the other apartments. But—”



“But what?”



“We can’t win.”



“Why not?”



“No one can win against kipple, except temporarily and maybe in one spot, like in my apartment I’ve sort of created a stasis between the pressure of kipple and nonkipple, for the time being. But eventually I’ll die or go away, and then the kipple will again take over. It’s a universal principle operating throughout the universe; the entire universe is moving toward a final state of total, absolute kippleization.”



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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick


(via blueghostghost)


And now I’m down to the kipple on this move

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Published on February 17, 2014 18:28

America by Allen Ginsberg with music by Tom Waits
My sweetheart...



America by Allen Ginsberg with music by Tom Waits

My sweetheart made the sound suggestion we put our queer shoulder to the wheel today. Sometimes you need a little inspiration after a stressful job interview and 8 hours of dragging your worldly goods across town. We are in that awkward, uncomfortable period of transformation, moving on the faith there is something amazing on the other side.  

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Published on February 17, 2014 11:12

February 15, 2014

February 12, 2014

"machete, tranquilizer dart gun, stake and hammer, U/V flash light, crossbow with wooden bolts, net,..."

“machete, tranquilizer dart gun, stake and hammer, U/V flash light, crossbow with wooden bolts, net, silver lariat”

- my sweetheart’s immediate response when asked what to take on a vampire hunt. Has he been thinking about this?
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Published on February 12, 2014 13:56