DRAFT RETRIEVED 5/19/14
made this post while at 'college'
first month or so of my freshman year
honestly feel p much the same
sub 'eternity' for 'month' [via taco bell [sub-via sub beans]]
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feel like i haven't posted in a while
like maybe a month or so
does making this post make my blog
more authentic/true to the art of blogging
probably not
just want to leave something behind
will probably begin posting more when trapped in suburbia
Monday, May 19, 2014
DRAFT RETRIEVED 5/19/14 (artifact of the 'relevant' circa what was known in the 'old' parlance as 'summer 2k9' approached with 'detached irony'/with the possible intention of mild ridicule??)
tao lin in depth 'celeb' 'profile'
tao lin is 'rumored' to not brush his teeth
thought to subside solely on trident brand chewing gum
tropical flavor
tao lin is thought to 'occasionally' 'binge' eat chicken wings
in spite of his vegan lifestyle
tao lin in depth 'celeb' 'profile'
tao lin is 'rumored' to not brush his teeth
thought to subside solely on trident brand chewing gum
tropical flavor
tao lin is thought to 'occasionally' 'binge' eat chicken wings
in spite of his vegan lifestyle
Saturday, August 22, 2009
THE TENTATIVE MOTION MOTHERFUCKERS
There are little bits of grass on the floor, and also little bits of dirt. There might be little bits of bugs in the little bits of dirt, and also little bits of hotdog buns. The walls are moderately damp. The air has an undeniable and palpable weight to it. Men are standing in their sports uniforms in a circle. They are moving their limbs jerkily, and running in place a little bit. They are doing this in order to indicate that they are "pumped," or, rather, to communicate the sentiment of "being pumped." Some of the men move to the rhythm of "Eye of the Tiger," which is playing in their heads at slightly different tempoes. No one really notices. One man moves his arms in a "pumping motion" in order to indicate that he is "pumping." He shortly changes to the jerking of the others because he is done "pumping." He is "pumped". They are "pumped". There is a camaraderie in the air for all who are "pumped", and it is proliferated to the same degree as the humidity. The men take in their camaraderie. The men are further "pumped," and are propelled beyond the previous level to which they were "pumped."
There are little bits of grass on the floor, and also little bits of dirt. There might be little bits of bugs in the little bits of dirt, and also little bits of hotdog buns. The walls are moderately damp. The air has an undeniable and palpable weight to it. Men are standing in their sports uniforms in a circle. They are moving their limbs jerkily, and running in place a little bit. They are doing this in order to indicate that they are "pumped," or, rather, to communicate the sentiment of "being pumped." Some of the men move to the rhythm of "Eye of the Tiger," which is playing in their heads at slightly different tempoes. No one really notices. One man moves his arms in a "pumping motion" in order to indicate that he is "pumping." He shortly changes to the jerking of the others because he is done "pumping." He is "pumped". They are "pumped". There is a camaraderie in the air for all who are "pumped", and it is proliferated to the same degree as the humidity. The men take in their camaraderie. The men are further "pumped," and are propelled beyond the previous level to which they were "pumped."
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
this is an excerpt from my memoir
it's a work in progress
it's called
SHITHEADS
"I think that you are full of shit."
"What?" Christian distracted himself with the menu of a trendy bistro. "Oh, okay" kind of leaked out of his mouth as Charles's statement sank in.
"I think that you are full of shit and you are a fucking lunatic." The pitch and overall intent of the words were consistent with Charles's neutral facial expression, but not with the words themselves.
"I know, I heard you," and he had.
"Oops." Charles's cheeks flushed for some reason. He put his fingers near his mouth. He discreetly looked at his armpits.
"What would you folks like tonight?" The waiter's cheerful facial expression didn't belie his stealth.
"I'm tired," thought Charles, but instead he said "I want a goddamn centipede." The waiter nodded and wrote it down on his hand. Christian turned into an alien and said something in an alien language and the waiter wrote it down too. Then the waiter turned into an alien.
"Turn into an alien or I'll kill you" said an alien who was walking by.
"I think that you are full of shit." The alien's feelings were hurt and he turned back into a poodle or something. Christian alien guy also turned normal.
Charles looked at Christian, and noticed that he had little bits of dandruff in his eyebrows. He wondered if the dandruff was eyebrow dandruff or head dandruff that fell into Christian's eyebrows. Charles wondered what would happen if dandruff was alien shit, and then an alien was taking a shit on Christian's head. Charles looked away. There was alien shit on Christian's head when he looked back, and also on his eyebrows. Charles didn't know if the alien had shitted directly onto Christian's eyebrows or if he had taken a shit on his head and it dripped down.
"Hey here's your food, bye." kind of fell out of the waiter's mouth like lower case letters and he set down a plate of waffles for the two rascals.
"Thank you" said an elderly woman who was talking on the phone.
"You're welcome" said the phone; Charles was on the phone with the elderly woman. The waiter had three faces now. They all had the same mouth, which continued around the whole head. Christian would have wondered what would happen if the waiter opened his mouth, but he had an alien on his head and he was also pretty tired. The waiter's left face wore a very grim facial expression and grunted. The other faces didn't do anything.
it's a work in progress
it's called
SHITHEADS
"I think that you are full of shit."
"What?" Christian distracted himself with the menu of a trendy bistro. "Oh, okay" kind of leaked out of his mouth as Charles's statement sank in.
"I think that you are full of shit and you are a fucking lunatic." The pitch and overall intent of the words were consistent with Charles's neutral facial expression, but not with the words themselves.
"I know, I heard you," and he had.
"Oops." Charles's cheeks flushed for some reason. He put his fingers near his mouth. He discreetly looked at his armpits.
"What would you folks like tonight?" The waiter's cheerful facial expression didn't belie his stealth.
"I'm tired," thought Charles, but instead he said "I want a goddamn centipede." The waiter nodded and wrote it down on his hand. Christian turned into an alien and said something in an alien language and the waiter wrote it down too. Then the waiter turned into an alien.
"Turn into an alien or I'll kill you" said an alien who was walking by.
"I think that you are full of shit." The alien's feelings were hurt and he turned back into a poodle or something. Christian alien guy also turned normal.
Charles looked at Christian, and noticed that he had little bits of dandruff in his eyebrows. He wondered if the dandruff was eyebrow dandruff or head dandruff that fell into Christian's eyebrows. Charles wondered what would happen if dandruff was alien shit, and then an alien was taking a shit on Christian's head. Charles looked away. There was alien shit on Christian's head when he looked back, and also on his eyebrows. Charles didn't know if the alien had shitted directly onto Christian's eyebrows or if he had taken a shit on his head and it dripped down.
"Hey here's your food, bye." kind of fell out of the waiter's mouth like lower case letters and he set down a plate of waffles for the two rascals.
"Thank you" said an elderly woman who was talking on the phone.
"You're welcome" said the phone; Charles was on the phone with the elderly woman. The waiter had three faces now. They all had the same mouth, which continued around the whole head. Christian would have wondered what would happen if the waiter opened his mouth, but he had an alien on his head and he was also pretty tired. The waiter's left face wore a very grim facial expression and grunted. The other faces didn't do anything.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
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