January 2011
19 posts
Hello, tumblr people.
The new semester is officially a week and a half in. Expect art soon. New art.
Oh, and expect me to feel like shit all the time.
Reblog this is you prefer Batman over Superman.
Home in my head.
It’s like a long hallway. With six or seven rooms full of old TV’s constantly playing reruns of The Fresh Prince and Robotech with the doors wide-fucking-open and the volume all the way up. The walls are all discolored, like a beige that wasn’t meant to be beige. This really cheesy rug runs halfway down the place. It’s green, army green, and its got lions and bears locked...
Where is home in your head, folks of tumblr?
You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.
Black Dog
Here’s to taming it, Nick. Godspeed.
“To exist one need only let oneself be,
but to live,
one must be someone,
to...”
– Antonin Artaud, “The Pursuit of Fecality,” To Have Done with the Judgment of God (1947)
“There was the waiting. There was the distant and cold dread of it. The silence....”