Another semester is winding down. Finished my second pass of midterms and papers, meaning that basically finals are left. I may not graduate if I can’t get the money to pay my fucking tuition bill so that I can register for summer semester classes.
Money, money, MONEY.
I will rent my soul. Five days and five nights for $2.99. It will take me a while to pay the bill but I will probably get good action this way and the devil will have to pay me rent, rather than getting to own.
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)