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
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
feel very tired
pretty sure i feel like this all the time
why do i have 150 hits
this is depressing content
wondering about the state of the blogosphere
causes me to feel more lethargic
wish i was one of those people who
felt angsty, wrote poems
feel like anything i write is basically
a blog post about being tired
feel too tired to even tag this post
pretty sure i feel like this all the time
why do i have 150 hits
this is depressing content
wondering about the state of the blogosphere
causes me to feel more lethargic
wish i was one of those people who
felt angsty, wrote poems
feel like anything i write is basically
a blog post about being tired
feel too tired to even tag this post
Sunday, August 2, 2009
feel like at or near midnight is my most common blogging time
i feel dry and empty re bloggable tidbits
hard to believe it was just one week ago that i was a veritable font of creativity,
spewing forth variations of "feel neutral" or "feel tired" up to seven times a day
now i struggle to do so even once
wish i could identify with someone
googled "famously tired people"
a fruitless endeavor
maybe i am unique
considering expressing self via non standard clothing and music choices
i feel dry and empty re bloggable tidbits
hard to believe it was just one week ago that i was a veritable font of creativity,
spewing forth variations of "feel neutral" or "feel tired" up to seven times a day
now i struggle to do so even once
wish i could identify with someone
googled "famously tired people"
a fruitless endeavor
maybe i am unique
considering expressing self via non standard clothing and music choices
Saturday, August 1, 2009
thought i would feel validated at 100 hits
like a valuable asset of the weblogosphereiverse
feel neutral
when do i not/is this a surprise
maybe i need more hits
feel like the guy behind the 'save toby scam' circa 2005
like a valuable asset of the weblogosphereiverse
feel neutral
when do i not/is this a surprise
maybe i need more hits
feel like the guy behind the 'save toby scam' circa 2005
right now i am living in the moment!
right now it is exhilarating!
right now my right forearm is itchy!
right now my stubble has reached a length of approximately 5 eights of an inch!
right now i think i should maybe shave, but possibly go the bearded route!
right now i think that is 'a dumb idea'!
right now envy me right now!
right now it is exhilarating!
right now my right forearm is itchy!
right now my stubble has reached a length of approximately 5 eights of an inch!
right now i think i should maybe shave, but possibly go the bearded route!
right now i think that is 'a dumb idea'!
right now envy me right now!
Friday, July 31, 2009
realized that my blog posts can be turned into 'quirky/marketable short stories' by simply replacing 'i' and other related pronouns, etc., with an animal of my choice
feel like this could be a new gimmick
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the story of reginald the street savvy wombat
reginald the street savvy wombat woke up today.
reginald the street savvy wombat wombat didn't brush his teeth.
reginald the street savvy wombat forgot to put in his retainer last night, so he didn't have to take it out.
reginald the street savvy wombat's time spent on dental hygiene was kept to a minimum today.
reginald the street savvy wombat procured a single stick of trident brand chewing gum with xylitol, and began chewing the single stick of trident brand chewing gum with xylitol.
reginald the street savvy wombat felt a slight craving for breakfast, then, upon encountering the prospect of 'having to cook' quickly abandoned this craving.
reginald the street savvy wombat checked his email and was unfazed by the conspicuous absence of important messages, as it was only 8:30 AM.
reginald the street savvy wombat wished he had a job.
reginald the street savvy wombat reached into his pocket and took out his wallet.
reginald the street savvy wombat felt a little bit sad and also 'like he needed a job'
feel like this could be a new gimmick
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the story of reginald the street savvy wombat
reginald the street savvy wombat woke up today.
reginald the street savvy wombat wombat didn't brush his teeth.
reginald the street savvy wombat forgot to put in his retainer last night, so he didn't have to take it out.
reginald the street savvy wombat's time spent on dental hygiene was kept to a minimum today.
reginald the street savvy wombat procured a single stick of trident brand chewing gum with xylitol, and began chewing the single stick of trident brand chewing gum with xylitol.
reginald the street savvy wombat felt a slight craving for breakfast, then, upon encountering the prospect of 'having to cook' quickly abandoned this craving.
reginald the street savvy wombat checked his email and was unfazed by the conspicuous absence of important messages, as it was only 8:30 AM.
reginald the street savvy wombat wished he had a job.
reginald the street savvy wombat reached into his pocket and took out his wallet.
reginald the street savvy wombat felt a little bit sad and also 'like he needed a job'
feel very tired, also moderately to extremely waterlogged
wish the rain would fall in amounts less copious
coming progressively closer to 100 hits, though 'when was i not'
can't wait until the day on which i will meet the number 100
then, surpassing it,
move progressively farther from it
feel like this will lend my life some meaning
but what about meaning
when faced with the absurdity of life in an indifferent universe, why/how does one find meaning?
when faced with the absurdity of life in an indifferent blogosphere, why/how does one find meaning?
feel uncomfortable asking such questions
feel mildly to healthily afraid of being perceived as a 'pseudointellectual bro who's down for a 'deep' conversation about philosophy'
wish the rain would fall in amounts less copious
coming progressively closer to 100 hits, though 'when was i not'
can't wait until the day on which i will meet the number 100
then, surpassing it,
move progressively farther from it
feel like this will lend my life some meaning
but what about meaning
when faced with the absurdity of life in an indifferent universe, why/how does one find meaning?
when faced with the absurdity of life in an indifferent blogosphere, why/how does one find meaning?
feel uncomfortable asking such questions
feel mildly to healthily afraid of being perceived as a 'pseudointellectual bro who's down for a 'deep' conversation about philosophy'
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
the trunk dwelling man
the trunk dwelling man lives in your trunk. the trunk dwelling man eats the invisible airborne food particles that waft out of grocery bags through inhalation, like a basking shark. the trunk dwelling man has a special set of filters so that he can maintain a strict vegan lifestyle. the trunk dwelling man plays your instruments when you leave them in the car. the trunk dwelling man picks up your things and puts them precisely where you left them. the trunk dwelling man can't over heat. the trunk dwelling man breathes exhaust, but he also breathes regular air. the trunk dwelling man tells your mom when you swear in the car.
the trunk dwelling man lives in your trunk. the trunk dwelling man eats the invisible airborne food particles that waft out of grocery bags through inhalation, like a basking shark. the trunk dwelling man has a special set of filters so that he can maintain a strict vegan lifestyle. the trunk dwelling man plays your instruments when you leave them in the car. the trunk dwelling man picks up your things and puts them precisely where you left them. the trunk dwelling man can't over heat. the trunk dwelling man breathes exhaust, but he also breathes regular air. the trunk dwelling man tells your mom when you swear in the car.
the story of josephine the snapping turtle
josephine the snapping turtle buys you size large t shirts because she wants you to be muscular and macho, but she doesn't want to tell you. josephine the snapping turtle finds your size small t shirts and donates them to good will. sometimes josephine the snapping turtle buys you muscle milk. you don't drink it, but she buys more anyway. the muscle milk piles up by the laundry room because it doesn't fit in the fridge anymore. you have a fridge filled with muscle milk from 2005, as well as a hallway filled with muscle milk from 2006-9
josephine the snapping turtle buys you size large t shirts because she wants you to be muscular and macho, but she doesn't want to tell you. josephine the snapping turtle finds your size small t shirts and donates them to good will. sometimes josephine the snapping turtle buys you muscle milk. you don't drink it, but she buys more anyway. the muscle milk piles up by the laundry room because it doesn't fit in the fridge anymore. you have a fridge filled with muscle milk from 2005, as well as a hallway filled with muscle milk from 2006-9
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