Sunday morning: half dead but fully alive.

A contagion of insanity is loose in the land.

He grew up with few expectations. He accepted tolerance in place of love, and survival as success.

When I was about ten years old my Grandfather told me something I’ve never forgotten. He said that whenever he was going through something painful or unpleasant he always reminded himself, it’s what you deserve, you miserable piece of shit, and that always made him feel better. I used to wonder why that made him feel better, but think I’m starting to get it now.

Except as a referendum on current trends, he barely existed.

In this work I have struggled to maintain the proper tone of operatic self abnegation.

With age you become invisible to increasing portions of the population; in compensation, you begin to see them more clearly.

A space has been created in your brain for advertising, magical thinking, and organized religion.

Popular culture has been slowly preparing us for an unbearable future.

The primary function of memory is to fuck with your head.