duncan b. barlow

I just waited up all night for a giant skeleton…capitalism, you won.

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Now seemed like a good time to add The Lazarus Project by Aleksandar Hemon to a syllabus.

This beefcake having a moment in the yard.

Rereading “Symbolic Exchange and Death” and enjoying it as if it was my first time all over again.

Seems like as good a day as any to finish Infinite…wait, Roadhouse is on again!

Presented without comment…

Find me someone who hates the Lem song “Steal my Sunshine” and I’ll someone who hates everything.

Hats off to the guy whistling the iconic line from the Andrew Oldham Orchestra repeatedly while doomscrolling in a crowded restaurant. Now it’s lodged in my brain like a depressive thought.

Halfway through a new musical composition and everything on my computer has decided to misbehave. Planned obsolescence is a crime.

Today I was in public and everyone told me it was hot outside as if I hadn’t just come in from the heat. I love this about people.

I love the neck gear!

I’ve learned that people still drink Fresca.

My Friend, Kurt speaks.

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The child woke up grumpy.

Bring Her Back was very good indeed.

I love bad reviews that sell the book.

The child and his book bag

No rest for the wicked

Facebook has reached my peak “I don’t give a fuck about that” level.

Reminder that you get a bonus book if you order AWRY directly through Bridgeeight.com

Or get the single book at your favorite bookstore.

Dear independent bookstores, I love you, but don’t stiff small presses. We’re your biggest supporters.

“This app turns your banal cliché ideas and transforms them into a poorly written, banal story. Click now.”

This is Popcorn, one of eight feral cats we feed and made shelters for. He’s a good little lad.

It’s a nightmare.

The boy investigates

What was your soundtrack?

When the cats go wild during a promo shoot…

The boy and his thoughts.