If, after death, another planet or dimension or realm or mode of existence awaits me, I hope it’s a hell of a lot better than this place, where the good things disappear far too quickly and everything and everyone eventually lets you down.

The only gain of civilization for mankind is the greater capacity for variety of sensations— and absolutely nothing more.

(notes from underground)

i think my greatest asset is that i don’t pretend to know anything

because i absolutely know nothing

I am once again taking a little pill once a day to ward off the great big nightmare that my brain naturally mass-produces.

And here it what it feels like: a billion tiny fragments of dust and debris and space trash are coalescing into a perfectly smooth moon-like orb which is finally habitable and nice to walk around on.

yeah man

‘the funeral of shelley’ by louis édouard fournier

hell of a funeral

wish it were mine

have y’all ever noticed that if someone has a middle name with a long “a” sound (rae, leigh), they will usually go by their full name

is that sound a pleasant way to bridge the gap between a first name and a last name, i don’t know

just something i noticed i guess

here are two Cool Facts™ about me:

1) i could replace my entire wardrobe for like $150

2) i have no hair on my chest

stay tuned!

hmmmm i guess i’ll start building my cult of personality tomorrow

hah!!

If you have “[name of food / beverage] enthusiast” listed anywhere on the internet then man what the hell is going on with you