Avoid Tree Pollen

Forever green.

The number of words I misspell daily is increasing with age and it throws a void into my stomach every time I see one.

The “exceptional imbecile” feels like the next thing.

pre-writing a devastating obituary for your enemy is god-tier hating of a kind you don’t often see anymore. renaissance haterism. beautiful stuff.

Always so disturbing, this internet thing. Maybe we should all quit it and go back to books.

For reasons I don’t understand people give these to me as gifts. I throw them away as fast as humanly possible. Bad vibes man.

Other favorite noir lines:

Hugh Beaumont in Roaring City (1951).

#Noirvember #FilmNoir

Ryan Moulton @moultano Oil is the most Lovecraftian thing that actually exists. You're telling me that there's a black ichor under the earth, made from the ancient dead, whose burning can realize all the dreams of man but only at the price of slowly returning the earth to its primordial state?

A drawing of Donald Trump lying in state in a casket in profile.

"Sketches from the funeral parlour 2", graphite on paper, 6x8", 2024. #art

It’s all so genuinely odd, even for an imbecile.

The wide-angle lens is doing a ton of work here. The real effect is better considered as “claustrophobic piss.”

In my series on his symptoms, I reposted a picture of him, and it was just too nauseating so I got rid of it.

Yes, medically, everything we see about him is symptomatic. His face-painting. His listing mouth. His affect. His public sleeping. His swelling. His diaphoresis.

It can go on for years.

He’s certainly mercurial.

Happy Halloween!

Shades of Carpenter’s Memoirs of the Invisible Man.

It’s not like the stakes aren’t kids going without something to eat.

"We would rather be ruined than changed;
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die."

—W. H. Auden, The Age of Anxiety

Fuckers.

Christ I never would have recognized Farley Granger.

YouTube video by Florín MC The Twilight Zone (1985) Intro HD

Recently themes from 80s tv shows have been percolating in my subconscious, unbidden. There is one gem among the detritus. The Grateful Dead provided the impressionistic, abstract theme for the only successful Twilight Zone reboot. Anthologies age badly, this one is killer. youtu.be/2Znqt2b8CKQ?...

In case anyone who writes for Talamasca reads this: I can help you! It doesn’t have to be like this! I’m bored! You seem unlikely to have a second season except as exposition for the other series!

The Musk deal is like a ponzi coming from inside the house. A whole lotta wishful thinking.

I quibbled with people electing to call him a clown instead of a cretin in the same way I now quibble with people electing to call him a buffoon instead of an imbecile. It matters.

It’s not new either, Twitter’s algorithmic timeline induced documented cases of psychosis as early as 2012/13. Victims were labeled as already at-risk, mostly because it was still considered unusual at that time for people to spend multiple hours a day using the platform. It was a lot of people.

It’s a cheap, lazy line repeated at least quarterly from fox news dating back at least 25 years.

That red cup became an armband in the picture without much imagination.

it’s certainly twangy and evocative of 80s mustaches

Had a song stuck in my head that kept getting louder but couldn’t make it out. Always a bad sign. Finally heard enough and it’s the theme from Simon and Simon. Might as well be dead.

the collapse is coming. the infinite tech money loop might be ending soon

Ive recently had to adjust to someone new that is void of empathy. It’s always a hurdle, but in this case I fell into the usual trap of wondering what was behind the gaps, what words must they be hearing, instead of remembering it’s always depersonalized gibberish, a fake scaffold.