Archive for the ‘Art’ Category
Monday, May 5th, 2008
At the commune we used to walk around naked a lot— who needs clothes when it's 98 degrees and humid and you don't have Baptist hangups?
We'd smoke joints and work in the garden and laugh at the expressions on the faces of the rednecks who were driving around in the ...
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Saturday, April 26th, 2008
If Lenny Bruce was alive, he'd have his place in the sun, now.
Who could offer more scathing commentary on our all-too-human foibles?
The inward tension oozed from his pores.
If junkies get relief from the existential buzz, no wonder they're addicts.
Just living is work when you don't have a maid.
In this material ...
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Thursday, April 17th, 2008
If Google is truly the first "psychedelically informed superpower"— then a host of permutations of the beast come to mind and I feel the rapid breath of whatever inspired it.
Maybe an alternative reality imagined by Arthur C. Clarke— or a movie with James Dean— would better depict it.
Just look at ...
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Sunday, April 13th, 2008
When I saw the bleached-blonde psycho writhing on the bed in her red hotpants like she was warming up for a gang bang with the Pirate crew, I knew Captain Hornblower was on board.
She asked me if I had any powder and I told her to go fuck herself, knowing ...
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Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
The architect had designed the Masonic Temple, which was a masterpiece of faux-Egyptian symbolism. The local dignitaries wanted me to consult on the restoration of the floating wooden staircase, whose suspension was a mystery.
I took one look and knew the designer was a mystic— probably in the throes of some ...
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Saturday, February 23rd, 2008
Everybody knows me, one way or another.
I was young and gifted— the world was mine when I became cool.
The trajectory of my life was upward, even though I couldn't always see it.
Now I look a little different than the guy you knew, but I'm still me.
An improved version, I assure ...
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Thursday, February 21st, 2008
Some people may wonder why I love James Dean so much.
I love James Dean because he was a geek before there were geeks— he was the embodiment of all those contradictions that make a human being.
When I saw him at the diner all hunched over and his hair a tousled ...
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