It’s cool to destroy yourself
Tsarnaev sailed around the world, or mostly around it.
He skyped his girlfriend often, from a macbook.
Once he said “Throw away morality and justice, and people will do the right thing.”
What he didn’t know was that he would spend the next two and a half days trapped under the sea, in a tiny bathroom.
we dont read literature for moral perfection, we read literature for moral ambiguity.
-someone
waves of embarrassment
Today is the day I will get my shit together. Each day in the future will be more together than the day before. Getting my shit together is a serious thing. Getting shit together means getting shit together in these ways: materially, meta-materially, maternally, paternally, metaphysically, and physically. I will do this slowly and deliberately like a little inch worm, digging down to the center of the earth. Where do the worms go in the summer? is a thought i have. I am a worm in the fresh June dirt. There are happy plants. There is hot sun. I wiggle three to six inches beneath the surface. I plan to dig down like I’ve never dug before, and when I make it to 12 inches, I’ll let you guys know.
Research: J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye:
I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. … I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.
-Holden Caulfield
Central Park website:
“I have no idea what Salinger was thinking,” Miller says. “I’ve worked for the Park for 27 years, and I’ve always seen the ducks in winter.”
-Miller
“SHAPIRO: Tell me more about your financial philosophy.
LIN: It seems like for the last ten years, I’ve just been investing in the future. Like, any time I get any amount of money, I take taxis and stuff. I just think, “If I take this taxi, I’ll save ten minutes.” And in 20 years from now, I’ll be able to make like $1,000 in ten minutes. Or $100. But now, it’s only going to cost me three more dollars to take a taxi than to take the subway. I just keep investing in the future, and I haven’t reached the point where I’m not doing that.”
— tao lin
eckhart tolle made me a gluten free sandwich
“everything?” he asked
“everything”
morning’s come, you watch a red sunrise
no one’s gonna watch you as you go
those are lyrics
fish watch sad films; they top off the tank with tears on days when no one’s home
an og an og an og, egg nog
sand red sunrise
some things make more sense than others; it’s good this is a poem
thank you for reminding me i can write in bed
thank you for reminding me i can sleep in
let’s simulate a sunrise tomorrow morning; we’ll confuse them into waking up a few hours later and we’ll stay in bed all day, and when they go to sleep we’ll stay up late acting out lonely dreams
im strong enough and ready to go! ha ha!
i can’t do it alone, is something my body does
i have thoughts that are simple and inoffensive
i want to expand with the universe, equally, and stretch past the places ive seen in my local district
this poem points at the internet; it has a long index finger; it digs a ditch from the beach
all the way to your brain.
call me out
i am soft. there are small, soft strings moving from the tip of my head down and out through my feet.
this is a body. it is soft on the outside and hard on the inside.
i am a soft falling ball. the ballness is bouncy and sprinkled on an herb pizza. the dough will fall apart, it won’t be like dough, it will be like soup.
you whisper that to me and laugh. laughter can be soft or hard. your laughter is soft and stringy, and it sticks to me and pulls me apart.
i fear emotional anosognosia
