The Framework Game
Hi Folks!
I was recently published in the Hypocrite Reader. Check out my article here:
I simply wonder.
How can I know about death and the void, and not worry about it, besides by being ironic and distant?
How can I realize that death is just a breath away, and not totally flip my shit, constantly?
How can I pretend that I’m in control of so much.
Mini-Rant
OK So I was just watching youtube and saw some fucking youtube ads and I was thinking about the nature of advertisement and capitalism and how everyone puts ads on things to justify its existence. Which brings me to my first point – why the fuck do there need to be ads everywhere? Can’t youtube just EXIST? Can’t we all just pay for that shit?
And these same liberal assholes who will drink a little too much wine at dinner parties and start talking about capitalism and radicalism and “the man” and slavery and white guilt and whatever – when you tell them about your startup idea, what do they say? “How are you going to monetize that?”
Fuck that, and fuck you, hypocritical assholes!
Like, whenever twitter comes up someone inevitably says “yeah, but it doesn’t make any money!”
So the fuck what!?! Isn’t twitter a great part of our little world, now? You can vent! You can reach out. The search box is like a 3-level course in cultural anthro-fucking-pology! It’s so fucking valuable! So fucking valuable!
Why do we have this feeling like we need to justify everything we do in terms of dollars and cents? Can’t we just come to a conclusion like this:
“Oh yeah, that website would be good for the world – let’s all support its continued existence, cooperatively, as a community of loving users!”
Why don’t people think in terms of projects that involve everyone? Why do projects always have to be producer vs. consumer?
Fuck that. Fuck you!
overpop-soul
Crystal spasm collects sun, red tiger horrid wilt lily, blue magnet word bath, white.
clean world
Like dark, like clouds,
Whisper of promise
And a dream of hope.
White skirt, black tie, green field –
Lines and/rigidity, we slender
Folks who stand, we standard
Fools whose mouths flap open invo-lun-tar-i-ly (flaps flapping).
We couldn’t remember the date (the date couldn’t be remembered)
A tremendous uncertainty unwinding its tension
Into minuter, distributed tensions: hand-wringing, rictuses, small laughs.
The day was ruined by the passage of time, only.
Bigsley the Oaf 
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