I just realized that the call letters for the local news station in this town are “K-COY.” Stupid fucking southern Californians… as though they weren’t already oppressed enough by their self-rape and self-exploitation.

I just realized that the call letters for the local news station in this town are “K-COY.” Stupid fucking southern Californians… as though they weren’t already oppressed enough by their self-rape and self-exploitation.
§ 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.)