Oh well that’s just not anything!
It’s a blank canvas!
that’s not art! and don’t start up with that bullshit about ‘it’s whatever you want it to be.
Because it’s pretentious, lazy-art-bullshit!
What do you see?
Sigh. A fortune.
I never really knew the guy, myself. He was quiet, and he didn’t ask for much. Generally speaking, i think it’s fair to say that when he needed something he’d just take care of it himself and then tell me about it later. As far as gay sons go, it could have been worse.
I don’t wanna. You’re Going. You CaNT MAKE ME! I’ll pay you. What? I need you gone, buddy. You said you’d pay me? I haven’t had sex in eleven years. This is my fault? A dollar a day. What?! A dollar a day to be paid upon your return. … don’t look at me like […]
It’s not as if i ever felt i belonged. Born to a country and a culture you never agreed to and subjected to the norms and conventions of a time period you had no voice in forming. The ‘givens’ and ‘of courses’ of your day to day are those put down by them. Keep ’em.
I collect these things. These things that stand as terrible testaments to my obsession with pedantry. No, not that pedantry.
They live as my pedantry pantry. my Ped-antry.
I turn to them when i want to feel like i have room for myself on them.
The thing is a fountain of thirst. It needs not only what it desires but what it is that you desire. A thing that feeds on your blood and bone to create something as much in your image as its, but always with the remnant of thirst. you’ll bleed for it, oh yes, and it […]