it's so bleakly funny that we as a culture came up with the concept of "wife guys" which is just guys that love their wives. thats what you're supposed to do!!
I had a roommate try to indoctrinate me into the Landmark cult… until I pointed out that if I forked over the signup fee I wouldn’t be able to pay my share of the rent.
Alright, I have a distraction thread. What is the worst thing your flatmate ever did? I'll start:
I came home early from work and caught him, wanking in MY bed 🤮
I don't even know what to say about this world anymore, but I'll make an attempt this Wednesday evening at The Tank on 36th Street, alongside these excellent poets.
It becomes extremely easy to live whole trauma cycles inside your head for hours, staring at a glowing box. You lose track of what is real and what isn't. It all becomes raw feeling, extrapolation, opinion, hysteria, feeding the beast your attention when it could be better served elsewhere.
Death has reached the part of its list labeled “people who David Letterman would have on his show in the 80s because they were weird and funny but completely sincere.”
If someone was baiting a trap to specifically catch you, what bait would they use?
Mine would be a big lump of hash (can't get it round here, miss it a lot) or a '59 Fender Bassman amp
The passage about the mirror and the bumblebee in Speak, Memory. The bit about making bears dance in Madame Bovary. The final two paragraphs of "Rappacini's Daughter." The terrible epiphany at the end of Joyce's "A Painful Case."
If someone was baiting a trap to specifically catch you, what bait would they use?
Mine would be a big lump of hash (can't get it round here, miss it a lot) or a '59 Fender Bassman amp
The passage about the mirror and the bumblebee in Speak, Memory. The bit about making bears dance in Madame Bovary. The final two paragraphs of "Rappacini's Daughter." The terrible epiphany at the end of Joyce's "A Painful Case."
