you might beat us with action, but never words, not ever. so stfu

do i look like god to you? i think not. do u accept jesus as savior? well, i do, since i am conditional, he is not. and i believe in unconditional love.

힘들때 위안의 극치. 나이들어 만든 것들은 비교할 수 없구나. 시너지? 고스트 라이터? 다개국인으로서 느끼는 바는 펑크의 정의의 극치를 나타낸 이개의 앨범. 2집 아트는 구리지만 음악은 괜찮음. 근데 1집은 ㅅㅂ ㅈㄲ 죽어도 됨. 40 년 인생 전 세계 이러지리 싸돌아 다녀본 결과도 삶의 진리 자채를 노래 한다 라고 가히 말함. 결국 매너리즘에 빠진게 살짝 안타깝지만 서도 청춘 당시의 정재된진 않은 노래들은 영원을 노래하니 결국 아저씨되서 발표한 노땅 노래들도 수긍할 만 하다. 그의 가사들은 성경만큼 진리에 근접한 문학이다. 혹시 고스트 라이터??? 색소폰 건반 형님들 뭥미 개 ㅉㄴ.자식을 생기게 하는 노래는 아니면서도 진리를 논한다. 술을 퍼마신 보람이 있다. 그러므로 더 마실 필요는 없지만. 가끔 마셔도 괜찮다. 그런 곡들을 써버린 인물이라면 특히. “인류 최후의 명작이 아닐 수 없습니다” ?저연혀 틀린 말이 아니다. 장초를 찾아 해매본 인간으로서 한마디 했슴다.  솔직함에는 절대 수치스러움은 없다고 하자. 참고로 오감도의 최고의 번역본을 그린 장본인이의 푸념이다 이건. 대한민국 —국뽕없이—의 청년들을 바른길로 인도한 노래들이다. 정재되지 않은 최고긔 기타 그리고 가사들i 인생을 환히 밝혀주는. 98 비됴 감독 돈 줘라. 아웃트로 레전드. 섹피나 다른 서양선배들을 모방하는 듯 하지만 개 조선 오리지널이다. 그런 청춘의 사유를 세계 모두들 위해 대변하고  필자는 그러해 보지 못한 한 방관인으로서의 한 마디 해봤다. 사랑

ruined by money, to lack coherence, orientation, and ambition for careerism, but never faith in love, religion--that is, faith in faith--and a possible future for our children. 

 My mommy used to read night time stories--did you have a mommy?

 Joie de vivre! How They, She and the Sun, Faced Each Other. How revealing! And truth be told, if anyone could, for a moment, perceive what lay bare then they would have been so jealous of the sun for its super power to gleam anyone like that.

Just like that, every monumental glimpse of our final days evaporates from trod soil into a cloud of memories, recollected only from time to time.

 Seven Words

"Gluttony was my only sin", he said.

 a cat--not a dog--named sirius

The night porter, stationed at the reception desk, which now serves as the watch tower in the dim of the hum-saturated lobby, picks up one of the pens and starts to graze the memo sheets with it. The moon in waxing, so too the lone hotel worker's mind, whose thoughts become illuminated as he improves his handwriting.

 films that end without or before the onset of conflict.

 mah voice without o

*set up a prop*

there’s this guy that blasts loud music all day when he works and i can barely hear myself think. I believe it's in reality the multibillion record industry that's pumping out these giant works of his.

I'm reminded of the I'm-a-perfume-guy at lunch who sat at my table and I couldn't taste my food, smell the summer breeze

when you read in silence, alone in space, you are back with the familiar intimacy of your own silent, reading voice. There’s a certain distance to it, sometimes unreachably far, sometimes tantalisingly near. 

Reading, you internalize the thoughts of other authors by uttering the sequence of words strung by them, inviting their concepts into your own sonic interiority

There are people who just want to listen to recordings of others have conversations, often through those brain-frying cordless headphones. Kings and queens of convenience, to exchange their own brain with convenience. 

The best cordless headsets are made for protection from construction noise. You know, brain is like 60% fat—great for frying.

Some just like to read out loud. To utter, spit fire, as the chain of words that you have put together gives you some sense of power or agency.

again It’s as if the dreams desire to be forgotten, fade to oblivion, for us to forget them asap. they dissipate faster than the clouds, like vapour or a ring of smoke

In a world that’s a heap of waste and the surplus, the virtuous things become buried and forgotten. As a remedy, may the readymade and the archival flourish , and re-present old as well as new abstractions. And maaaybe this can help us restructure the lives in which to consider novel forms, for the undead be put to rest, so instead new sequences to act as key to unlocking new ventures once again, until they, too, become undead. 

reality watch, that was my dream, 

watching reality, I became reality watcher 

like dorian gray, a spectator and main character as life unfolded. narcissistic but in a universe where children shit on you, where the police man called you to tell you you are in debt, just because you streamed a music video that was called I am the police man. 

A watercolour in muted tones, found in a picture book. It was a picture of a room almost like a 3d model. Suspecting that there was more to the room than what the picture showed, I peeked my head in and entered it and saw beyond its frame, in its entirety, which was boundless and infinite. 

The details of this dream, or any, for that matter, are none of your concern, of course.

Most don’t reeaally care, and that’s the truth, a truth that reflects the truth that each of us is main character in our own game. That anything might actually be possible. The question is: are you hot or cold? You have to be both, if thermo dynamics is imperative.

There’s no model that can suggest us otherwise—or is there?

bless be the vegans for their will to exchange their taste for flesh for the welfare of animals

his indifferent attitude towards birthdays stemmed from the fact of his unknown birth date

he knew which wine to pour into what glass and drink it but did not know how to wash the glass.

If you choose to play, it would seem to be about unlocking sequences that unlock sequences that unlock sequences

——

written Before blue, just before the descent, he related to me a story of childhood; his grandfather, of whom he had never spoke, used to double as a crazy neighbor at the window, or a divine, angelic force that left trinkets and lira coins, for him to find in sand, as i had in the day with shells and sea glass, among tiny black lenses, i mean, the black sand, drying on the terrace dinner table, these lightcatchers in the rays that beamed at level, in the color of a metallic element, gold, over the maritime horizon.

‘I used to be so fascinated with these’, he said, fingering my new collection around.

There, again, as i have numerous times, i reflected on his loss of innocence.

The black beach below the cliff was many a crash site of many a lenses, whose past lives, larger than their material, used to contain liquid.

Teaching stones how to sink. 

Never wrote much in length 

mostly mnemonic fragments that originate in the old and new revelations.

Also because she didnt have to, not until, at least, the advent of poverty upon the passing of her patriarch. 0 waste, consumption of refuse, are some of the names of the game.

Maybe to Fancy is to own it or share it to death. 

Our obsession with the prices of things and so on. 

After about four decades of sunsets, peeking now, over the horizon, is the light on the surf. 

2024

 i will remember going downward dog upon ribbed ceramic tiled bathroom floor so the maid could wipe my ass clean 

i will remember stuffing toilet paper in my underwear to feel like a baby again

i will remember to wipe my own ass