I'm sitting in my carrel debating where the best possible place I could wedge my body if an asshole with a semi-automatic systematically worked his way through the fourth floor including machine-gunning through carrels' locked doors, I think far left corner under the desk from where I type this, the filing cabinet under the desk would hopefully stop all but the floor scraping bullets and the angle of the wall means most of the bullets would ricochet away from me though what subsequent ricochets would inflict on me I don't know. I'd twist myself in a curl so my ass and legs take as much of the damage as possible though I think this means my death by shooting will linger much longer and with far more anguish than if I just took seven bullets directly to my head and body
Seethe. Mthrfckng this, mthrfckng that. Mthrfcking crckrs, mthrfckng Dmcrts, mthrfckng pgs, mthrfckng shtlrds. Have seethed, am seething, will seethe. I can't read, even poetry, I can't write, even poetry. I sit where I read and write and can't read and can't write. I can paint and watch paint dry
The clstrfck not as much fun as I thought it would be, debating whether I'll be shot in a shopping center parking lot or beaten to death by mthrfckng pigs before I'm eating catfood in my cardboard box condo in a mthrfckng chrstr dystopia after shtlrds steal my pension, 401K, and the house we own in full. Seething and painting = diminished pings from yinz; seething = increased pings from bots; laugh. I can paint the below but never emotionally achieve it though come the closest in the painting of it even though I can only paint placemats
Fiction just wasn’t speaking to me, there was too much going on in the real world that was previously unimaginable, & there were also things going on in my own life that were falling apart along w the country. Yet as a writer, writing the only way I knew how to process it.
The other two are great (esp. the bottom) but the TOP ONE! THE TOP ONE! The controlled blurt of intermediate colors! It's a medieval fen, gods' eye view! I want a wall of that! I need to spend money and get a beamer and pirate your work. Daughter is old enough and avant garde-inclined; Wife is open minded. I can do weird things to the castle, now! (But the only big blank wall is in the kitchen... )
Mostly it's dying Blegsylvania aided greatly by my falling off the daily radar of twitter deserters since Melon bought it, though a few digibuds have told me that while they agree with much of what I say and don't even mind how I say it they are trying to disengage from *their* over-engagement with the clusterfuck and the anger and anxiety that comes with that. As in everything, I'd like to think it me but know that blogobsolescence is wide and rampant. Just look at the blogrolls at my place - I'd bet there are more in the two mortuaries than in all the active combined
0/with regard to the placemats, i think you have found your métier
1/speaking of twitter, drudgereport has a picture representing the hypothetical new female president to be appointed by elon m. - missus charley identified the image at a glance
I enjoy the paintings, hope you keep doing em. Been lurking and rarely commenting for I dunno 20 years, miss arguing in whoisioz comments. Don’t let the clusterfuck burn your brain out.
You Don't Have To Choose Between Happiness And Being Informed
It's true that we live in an insane mind-controlled dystopia that's built upon a dying world, but you can still live a happy, satisfied life with a full knowledge of everything that's going on.
I've been where it's a certainty -- not just a possibility -- that someone will shoot at you. It's fucked up. The news of shooting, everyday, and knowing what it sounds and feels like drives me batshit. My Dog Trainer, who was There too and knows, says, "At some point, thirty seconds or thirty years from now, we're going to have to be there." I keep reminding myself of a comment by Elie Wiesel: Asked how he had reconstructed himself, existence, back together after the Holocaust and the camps, Wiesel said, "I refuse to allow myself to be defined by that experience." If I'm out in the world and the guns come, I will leave as consciously as I'm able, and I will be pissed off. Somehow, that's a comfort.
The other two are great (esp. the bottom) but the TOP ONE! THE TOP ONE! The controlled blurt of intermediate colors! It's a medieval fen, gods' eye view! I want a wall of that! I need to spend money and get a beamer and pirate your work. Daughter is old enough and avant garde-inclined; Wife is open minded. I can do weird things to the castle, now! (But the only big blank wall is in the kitchen... )
ReplyDeletePS Is it "yinz" or are you being blog-throttled?
ReplyDeleteMostly it's dying Blegsylvania aided greatly by my falling off the daily radar of twitter deserters since Melon bought it, though a few digibuds have told me that while they agree with much of what I say and don't even mind how I say it they are trying to disengage from *their* over-engagement with the clusterfuck and the anger and anxiety that comes with that. As in everything, I'd like to think it me but know that blogobsolescence is wide and rampant. Just look at the blogrolls at my place - I'd bet there are more in the two mortuaries than in all the active combined
DeleteSobering! I guess the next step is to adopt the options of the youth. Try our hands at Onlyfans.
Delete0/with regard to the placemats, i think you have found your métier
ReplyDelete1/speaking of twitter, drudgereport has a picture representing the hypothetical new female president to be appointed by elon m. - missus charley identified the image at a glance
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fv471biXoAAWfxz?format=png&name=small
2/in this world in which we live in, the situation continues to develop, not necessarily to our advantage
nevertheless, one could look at https://tinyurl.com/nontheisticpeace
I enjoy the paintings, hope you keep doing em. Been lurking and rarely commenting for I dunno 20 years, miss arguing in whoisioz comments. Don’t let the clusterfuck burn your brain out.
ReplyDeletehere's a surprising assertion:
ReplyDeleteYou Don't Have To Choose Between Happiness And Being Informed
It's true that we live in an insane mind-controlled dystopia that's built upon a dying world, but you can still live a happy, satisfied life with a full knowledge of everything that's going on.
https://caityjohnstone.medium.com/you-dont-have-to-choose-between-happiness-and-being-informed-d94390bdfb1e
see also https://tinyurl.com/tmi3pics which links to johnstone's humanity is not asleep, it's in an induced coma
DeleteI've been where it's a certainty -- not just a possibility -- that someone will shoot at you. It's fucked up. The news of shooting, everyday, and knowing what it sounds and feels like drives me batshit. My Dog Trainer, who was There too and knows, says, "At some point, thirty seconds or thirty years from now, we're going to have to be there." I keep reminding myself of a comment by Elie Wiesel: Asked how he had reconstructed himself, existence, back together after the Holocaust and the camps, Wiesel said, "I refuse to allow myself to be defined by that experience." If I'm out in the world and the guns come, I will leave as consciously as I'm able, and I will be pissed off. Somehow, that's a comfort.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I like the round, red one.
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