Video 18 Aug




Text 16 Aug

And I look pretty good 

For someone who hasn’t brushed his teeth in one week
A juggler with no balls is a dangerous thing
Like the best swimmer in the world who never learned to swim
Shit you think about once in the shower
Then never occurs to you again


That dream with the stabbing, in the middle of the threesome
In a strange hotel, they were daemons, you had to
In the stomach, with scissors
Then you didn’t tell no one, and you could keep your secret
But when you woke up you told everybody
You delusional pervert
Text 16 Aug To Those Who Won’t

You look ridicules because you’re pretending not to be human

Let me tell you earth is much cooler then glossy suggestions
And if it’s not that then it’s just better or something
Look I’m bleeding on the carpet
Look I’m crying and I don’t want anyone to see
Fuck you with your dorsal fins you make fun on strangers
Live fast die young what kind of stupid mess is that
Look here my good friend praying to the wrong religion
You’ve never seen such devotion we’re waiting for the second half
I don’t lie.
Photo 15 Aug
Quote 11 Aug
I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
— Tom waits
Text 8 Aug A Good Army Buddy

If we only talk about drugs and sex

It is poignant false confidence

Like a paraplegic that has lost his memory

There are no more episodes

Lets jump off the balcony

Photo 5 Aug
Text 3 Aug

Tuna, eggs, instant coffee, bread, cheese, onion, ready made pasta sauce.

Photo 14 Jul
Quote 7 Jul
I will make spells that save me from looking like him, Harry makes this mental note, I assure you. The mental notes are stacking.
— Wizard People, Dear Reader
Text 1 Jul

כל מה שתגיד ישמע רע

תאמין לי

הוא אמר

ואני ניסיתי להסביר

וזה, ואני לא כבר מאמין

ובטח לא בהוא

וחוזר ב -

הוא השתיק אותי

לא נשמע טוב

אמר, האמנתי


ישבנו בחוף

הוא אמר

הים זה בכלל לא מקום

להתחיל עם בחורות בכלל

אל תתחיל עם בחורות

כל מה שתאמר

נשמע רע

אמרתי אתה

חוזר על עצמך

וסותר את עצמך

ודופק את עצמך

וגם אותי

הוא אמר

באת ברע


Photo 24 Jun extra-tourist:

June 23th 2014,
Been a week since we arrived on this planet and our food is almost finished. We’ll quickly have to find a solution…
 ᗰᖈᖆᖉ ᗱᒯ ᗭᗮᗋᖇᗭᗮᗠᗝ ᗟ ᗊᗄᗜ ᗛᗉᗚ ᕸ ᘃᙀŚ ṇᘍ ᖶᗩ ᖋᖌ‖Ỏ ᵾᵽ ᗭᗮᘊᘋᖶ . ᗉᘃᙀ₩ Śᵾᗈᗋᘉ ᖩᖞᕃᗈᗇᗨ ᗩᗈᕸ ᖶᖄᖮ ᕃ…



June 23th 2014,

Been a week since we arrived on this planet and our food is almost finished. We’ll quickly have to find a solution…


 ᗰᖈᖆᖉ ᗱᒯ ᗭᗮᗋᖇᗭᗮᗠᗝ ᗟ ᗊᗄᗜ ᗛᗉᗚ ᕸ ᘃᙀŚ ṇᘍ ᖶᗩ ᖋᖌ‖Ỏ ᵾᵽ ᗭᗮᘊᘋᖶ . ᗉᘃᙀ₩ Śᵾᗈᗋᘉ ᖩᖞᕃᗈᗇᗨ ᗩᗈᕸ ᖶᖄᖮ ᕃ…

Quote 19 Jun
Too many songs and too much love but no room.
— Ariel Elisha Leon Rozen
Text 3 Jun 22 year old Hunter S. Thompson writes a letter to his friend Hume Logan, in response to a request for life advice

April 22, 1958
57 Perry Street
New York City

Dear Hume,

You ask advice: ah, what a very human and very dangerous thing to do! For to give advice to a man who asks what to do with his life implies something very close to egomania. To presume to point a man to the right and ultimate goal— to point with a trembling finger in the RIGHT direction is something only a fool would take upon himself.

I am not a fool, but I respect your sincerity in asking my advice. I ask you though, in listening to what I say, to remember that all advice can only be a product of the man who gives it. What is truth to one may be disaster to another. I do not see life through your eyes, nor you through mine. If I were to attempt to give you specific advice, it would be too much like the blind leading the blind.

“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles … ” (Shakespeare)

And indeed, that IS the question: whether to float with the tide, or to swim for a goal. It is a choice we must all make consciously or unconsciously at one time in our lives. So few people understand this! Think of any decision you’ve ever made which had a bearing on your future: I may be wrong, but I don’t see how it could have been anything but a choice however indirect— between the two things I’ve mentioned: the floating or the swimming.

But why not float if you have no goal? That is another question. It is unquestionably better to enjoy the floating than to swim in uncertainty. So how does a man find a goal? Not a castle in the stars, but a real and tangible thing. How can a man be sure he’s not after the “big rock candy mountain,” the enticing sugar-candy goal that has little taste and no substance?

The answer— and, in a sense, the tragedy of life— is that we seek to understand the goal and not the man. We set up a goal which demands of us certain things: and we do these things. We adjust to the demands of a concept which CANNOT be valid. When you were young, let us say that you wanted to be a fireman. I feel reasonably safe in saying that you no longer want to be a fireman. Why? Because your perspective has changed. It’s not the fireman who has changed, but you. Every man is the sum total of his reactions to experience. As your experiences differ and multiply, you become a different man, and hence your perspective changes. This goes on and on. Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective.

So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle every day? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything other than galloping neurosis?

The answer, then, must not deal with goals at all, or not with tangible goals, anyway. It would take reams of paper to develop this subject to fulfillment. God only knows how many books have been written on “the meaning of man” and that sort of thing, and god only knows how many people have pondered the subject. (I use the term “god only knows” purely as an expression.) There’s very little sense in my trying to give it up to you in the proverbial nutshell, because I’m the first to admit my absolute lack of qualifications for reducing the meaning of life to one or two paragraphs.

I’m going to steer clear of the word “existentialism,” but you might keep it in mind as a key of sorts. You might also try something called Being and Nothingness by Jean-Paul Sartre, and another little thing called Existentialism: From Dostoyevsky to Sartre. These are merely suggestions. If you’re genuinely satisfied with what you are and what you’re doing, then give those books a wide berth. (Let sleeping dogs lie.) But back to the answer. As I said, to put our faith in tangible goals would seem to be, at best, unwise. So we do not strive to be firemen, we do not strive to be bankers, nor policemen, nor doctors. WE STRIVE TO BE OURSELVES.

But don’t misunderstand me. I don’t mean that we can’t BE firemen, bankers, or doctors— but that we must make the goal conform to the individual, rather than make the individual conform to the goal. In every man, heredity and environment have combined to produce a creature of certain abilities and desires— including a deeply ingrained need to function in such a way that his life will be MEANINGFUL. A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

As I see it then, the formula runs something like this: a man must choose a path which will let his ABILITIES function at maximum efficiency toward the gratification of his DESIRES. In doing this, he is fulfilling a need (giving himself identity by functioning in a set pattern toward a set goal), he avoids frustrating his potential (choosing a path which puts no limit on his self-development), and he avoids the terror of seeing his goal wilt or lose its charm as he draws closer to it (rather than bending himself to meet the demands of that which he seeks, he has bent his goal to conform to his own abilities and desires).

In short, he has not dedicated his life to reaching a pre-defined goal, but he has rather chosen a way of life he KNOWS he will enjoy. The goal is absolutely secondary: it is the functioning toward the goal which is important. And it seems almost ridiculous to say that a man MUST function in a pattern of his own choosing; for to let another man define your own goals is to give up one of the most meaningful aspects of life— the definitive act of will which makes a man an individual.

Let’s assume that you think you have a choice of eight paths to follow (all pre-defined paths, of course). And let’s assume that you can’t see any real purpose in any of the eight. THEN— and here is the essence of all I’ve said— you MUST FIND A NINTH PATH.

Naturally, it isn’t as easy as it sounds. You’ve lived a relatively narrow life, a vertical rather than a horizontal existence. So it isn’t any too difficult to understand why you seem to feel the way you do. But a man who procrastinates in his CHOOSING will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

So if you now number yourself among the disenchanted, then you have no choice but to accept things as they are, or to seriously seek something else. But beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life. But you say, “I don’t know where to look; I don’t know what to look for.”

And there’s the crux. Is it worth giving up what I have to look for something better? I don’t know— is it? Who can make that decision but you? But even by DECIDING TO LOOK, you go a long way toward making the choice.

If I don’t call this to a halt, I’m going to find myself writing a book. I hope it’s not as confusing as it looks at first glance. Keep in mind, of course, that this is MY WAY of looking at things. I happen to think that it’s pretty generally applicable, but you may not. Each of us has to create our own credo— this merely happens to be mine.

If any part of it doesn’t seem to make sense, by all means call it to my attention. I’m not trying to send you out “on the road” in search of Valhalla, but merely pointing out that it is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it. There is more to it than that— no one HAS to do something he doesn’t want to do for the rest of his life. But then again, if that’s what you wind up doing, by all means convince yourself that you HAD to do it. You’ll have lots of company.

And that’s it for now. Until I hear from you again, I remain,

your friend,

Video 3 Jun

Some of my favorite new Brad Neely comics.

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