rambling through UBUWEB, ever grateful to wood s lot for leading me through excerpts and links
am I the man with the perpetual Quigley? I have a genre busting suggestion – not every allusion in every post I write needs a fucking link, not every stolen image needs an acknowledgement. Neither great literature nor lit of the more punk-ass variety carries within it the foot-notification of every conceit.
Nerve Personals did so well they sold the whole thing to some massive national service not long ago and it immediately got sucked into a vortex of horrible design and mediocre verbiage and was crossbred with a thousand other tepid, unhip dating sites and it instantly lost roughly 82 percent of its coolness, and now appears to be Match.com for easily drunk twentysomethings who’ve been to Burning Man once and read a lot of David Sedaris and really, really like cats.
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hear hear. yes, tough sad week for me too. nod to molly heart to meg. moving on. hopefully with a couple cells illuminated. fp, most people don’t read. period. they don’t want to put in the work. it’s like the only job i like and shit:
aim the lime
listic midwife, remark
thing missi
rinciple of tonal
lone make it drink
this music that supposedly expresses nothing