The killing machine never sleeps, only pretends to need your pamphlets, spectacles, and esotericism, and exists to kill and kill again.
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Anyone who uses information technology terminology or schemas to describe the mind has joined the lamest death cult in history.
Very excited about a story I accepted yesterday. Apologies that we've been a bit behind the past couple months. You know, like, work and toddler and the usual general chaos.
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Compression in writing is not lossless.
Twice, yesterday, my dentist got my name wrong, and instead addressed me by the first name of the protagonist in the novel I’m revising.
Ready for draft 3
Excited to share this one with you
Excited to see Godspeed You! Black Emperor tonight. One of the bands I’ve listened to most consistently over time.
Same, though the desire to see it for that reason came and went and still haven’t seen it 🧪
Ordered and you should too
we're live baby! send em if you got em 🙏
Some writing I read on the web and liked in August. There's a poem in this one. ryanshea.info/2025/09/02/f...
Some writing I read on the web and liked in August. There's a poem in this one. ryanshea.info/2025/09/02/f...
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It’s only a nightmare if it wakes you up. Otherwise it’s a “bad dream.”
For you tonight I pulled Cannabis Use Disorder Induced Attenuated Psychosis.
It’s exactly like tarot
The index of the DSM is a lot of fun
Have you ever published a story, poem or essay online, only to have the venue fold and your work disappear?
It's not fun, but there is a good technique that can help you out.
I put together a quick video that shows how to find a saved copy of your work: youtu.be/v_Pym4yd528
One of the fucked up things abt the spam texts I receive on my work phone every day is that 70% of them are addressed to “Patricia” the name of my grandmother who died at 59 and who was an influence on naming my son Patrick.
Loved this!
I know I married the right human bc we hang out in the backyard dissecting Sebald’s writing tips vs his prose after our kid is asleep.
Drove past someone standing in their front yard during heavy downpour, watering the flowers.
Congrats!
Congrats!!
Fucking thrilled for Joe Koch - his STP story "These Are His Memories" will be part of Undertow's Best Weird Fiction of the Year!
Get your grubby mitts on this one, it looks sick af.
