I heard the author known as TOA LIN is a RENOWNED cannibal, a complete anarchist, a real despot…geez…like, you have NO idea. My uncle Frank told me he worked for him at the hardware store (built on the broken backs of our mutual relation, my grandfather, his dad: Pa Mike), because he felt sorry for the kid, and he just ended up stealing all the screws, rearranging the store’s inventory like it just wasn’t No Thing. And lemme tell ya, when Frank’s daughter walked in the store, well that was the day TOA got fired……(larceny, grand theft auto, [something] [something], soiled dreams/heart, ____ )………..
try to make friends with someone online –> they want you to read their shit –> you read it and they’re still not your friend, OR you don’t read it and feel guilty and stop talking to them out of shame –> feel incredibly lonely –> tweet/blog about being lonely & depressed –> drive away even more of the people you were trying to be friends with in the first place –> get even lonelier & more depressed
Update: I didn’t delete it. I “collaged.” I got no retweet x2. Have entered that precarious mindrealm where one can easily tweet & delete into a spiral of doom — all in the name of trying to redeem one’s feed. But one cannot redeem a bum tweet (or two bum tweets, god forbid) by “layering” further tweets upon them. You know this. I know this. Never tweet from a place of desperation. The only way to redeem one’s feed is to walk away and not tweet for a time; to abstain until the other tweeters come to resemble either sheep or ants. Only then can you return to the feed an empowered tweeter and begin the cycle again. Baruch hashem.
Kal-a-bach-girl is in my top 12 fave tweeters.
He has mastered the poesy-hater tweet genre.
Also does a nice supermarket.
U wanna talk about craft?
This is a craftsman.
It’s an attractive and witty blog. I can offer a non-divine guarantee that there are manyway more interesting, entertaining, and challenging things to ponder at any time.
dear deaders, thank you for your kind reply, it means a lot to me and yes, there are many wild and wonderful things to contemplate during a middle-of-the-night ponder the true identity of You the true identity of Me why breathing feels so goddamn good why spinach makes my teeth feel gritty yours, mimi
discomfort in own flesh –> kill self and hope your friends or the police seize your laptop and open first that desktop file called “note.rtf” which details the responsibilities of your unwitting literary executors and second “thirdnovel.rtf” which you believe to be your best work.
pretty much
hahahahaha
I wonder if I can make the comment thread for this post be about tao lin
yeah, just tweeted what looks to be a dud. trying to decide whether to delete it or “collage” over it with a new tweet.
What was everyone for Halloween this year? I just put a ballgag in my mouth and walked around.
[COMFORT IN OWN FLESH]—[COMMENT ON INTERNET]—[NO FIGHT]
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………………………………………………..[FIGHT]——[COMFORT IN OWN FLESH]
twitter needs a ‘like’ button like facebook does or something
Tweet, tweet.
what we need here is more approval!
i try to like all deadgod comments just because of ‘brand recognition’
I heard the author known as TOA LIN is a RENOWNED cannibal, a complete anarchist, a real despot…geez…like, you have NO idea. My uncle Frank told me he worked for him at the hardware store (built on the broken backs of our mutual relation, my grandfather, his dad: Pa Mike), because he felt sorry for the kid, and he just ended up stealing all the screws, rearranging the store’s inventory like it just wasn’t No Thing. And lemme tell ya, when Frank’s daughter walked in the store, well that was the day TOA got fired……(larceny, grand theft auto, [something] [something], soiled dreams/heart, ____ )………..
An illuminating illustration of something ghastly about nowadays. Makes one long for the seventies.
try to make friends with someone online –> they want you to read their shit –> you read it and they’re still not your friend, OR you don’t read it and feel guilty and stop talking to them out of shame –> feel incredibly lonely –> tweet/blog about being lonely & depressed –> drive away even more of the people you were trying to be friends with in the first place –> get even lonelier & more depressed
Update: I didn’t delete it. I “collaged.” I got no retweet x2. Have entered that precarious mindrealm where one can easily tweet & delete into a spiral of doom — all in the name of trying to redeem one’s feed. But one cannot redeem a bum tweet (or two bum tweets, god forbid) by “layering” further tweets upon them. You know this. I know this. Never tweet from a place of desperation. The only way to redeem one’s feed is to walk away and not tweet for a time; to abstain until the other tweeters come to resemble either sheep or ants. Only then can you return to the feed an empowered tweeter and begin the cycle again. Baruch hashem.
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fight off panic attack
lie awake at night pondering true identity of deadgod
occasionally wonder ‘where is zzzippy?’
‘the writing life’
this is true
Kal-a-bach-girl is in my top 12 fave tweeters.
He has mastered the poesy-hater tweet genre.
Also does a nice supermarket.
U wanna talk about craft?
This is a craftsman.
It’s an attractive and witty blog. I can offer a non-divine guarantee that there are many way more interesting, entertaining, and challenging things to ponder at any time.
I feel like watching Archer. When does the new season start?
dear deaders, thank you for your kind reply, it means a lot to me and yes, there are many wild and wonderful things to contemplate during a middle-of-the-night ponder the true identity of You the true identity of Me why breathing feels so goddamn good why spinach makes my teeth feel gritty yours, mimi
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discomfort in own flesh –> kill self and hope your friends or the police seize your laptop and open first that desktop file called “note.rtf” which details the responsibilities of your unwitting literary executors and second “thirdnovel.rtf” which you believe to be your best work.
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