feels like i'm not going to be okay
am i going to be okay, i'm not sure, not sure what i'm referring to
feels like it would be funny if there was a situation where i cried at how bad my next book is
when i think about what i want to cry about i can only think about my next book
specifically like moving sentences around or something
i want to cry at the mouse cursor moving around, deleting a word, things like that
my brain when it is comparing two sentence structures and is unable to discern which is better, seems funny
like a small boy training to be in the olympics and his father hitting him or something when he 'sucks'
i think it would be really funny if someone pushed me out of a window of a tall building
when it is happening i would keep thinking 'this is really funny' and 'haha, you just have to accept it' or something
i just want to make noises to respond to people, to things people say to me
unless it's 1-2 hours after i drank coffee, then i can say something witty maybe
i emailed the stranger and vice magazine 'selections from my twitter account,' i received no response
i emailed the stranger an article proposal, 'different kinds of shit-talking something something,' it is here:
like i am trying to train it but it doesn't have the IQ that is necessary to not be bad
just thought 'i used to blog or something, what happened, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk'
i have an image of a robot trying to do something it has been programmed not to do
i just remembered a specific time when i ate smoked salmon, seems funny
i keep thinking 'i don't know what i am referring to'
instead of thinking specific things i keep thinking the word 'something'
feels like it would be funny if there was a situation where i cried at how bad my next book is
when i think about what i want to cry about i can only think about my next book
specifically like moving sentences around or something
i want to cry at the mouse cursor moving around, deleting a word, things like that
my brain when it is comparing two sentence structures and is unable to discern which is better, seems funny
like a small boy training to be in the olympics and his father hitting him or something when he 'sucks'
i think it would be really funny if someone pushed me out of a window of a tall building
when it is happening i would keep thinking 'this is really funny' and 'haha, you just have to accept it' or something
i just want to make noises to respond to people, to things people say to me
unless it's 1-2 hours after i drank coffee, then i can say something witty maybe
i emailed the stranger and vice magazine 'selections from my twitter account,' i received no response
i emailed the stranger an article proposal, 'different kinds of shit-talking something something,' it is here:
I think I have a good idea. The article would be called "Different Kinds of Shit-Talking in Contemporary Literature" or something. It would list 4-6 different kinds with little descriptions like in my "Levels of Greatness" thing. Some would be "Anti-irony/sarcasm," "It seems like it was written in 5 minutes," and "Realism doesn't depict reality."i keep editing shoplifting from american apparel but it keeps being bad
like i am trying to train it but it doesn't have the IQ that is necessary to not be bad
just thought 'i used to blog or something, what happened, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk'
i have an image of a robot trying to do something it has been programmed not to do
i just remembered a specific time when i ate smoked salmon, seems funny
i keep thinking 'i don't know what i am referring to'
instead of thinking specific things i keep thinking the word 'something'
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I feel dumb today.
CHEMICAL IMBALANCE
<3 bro
you think food is funny a lot or something
It sounds like you're suffering from "writer's syndrome" - its that thing when suddenly you feel like everything that makes you feel confident about being a writer suddenly goes into opposite-world, bizarro-town, or backwards-ville. At some point, you'll stub your toe, or burn your toast, or something and suddenly kazaam! Back in business.
bizzaro-town
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'something'
fucking shit
real blogging finally
thank you tao for real blogging finally
Listen to Moby's cd 'Everything is Wrong'
and move to Toronto to focus on your art.
Living in the city can be demanding.
Changes are good, I think. I'll tell you for sure when I make one.
Over and out
words are noises or something
Tao, you didn't comment on my blog. I am sad. It's okay. Maybe you haven't read it yet. Or I am a nobody. Probably the second one.
I like real blogging by Tao Lin.
i like the image of the robot. did you ever see that GM commercial from about two years ago or so with the assembly line robot that gets laid off and has to find a job doing other things? it tries working in a grocery store, at a fast food restaurant. i've always had a certain empathy for machines. there is purity in their actions.
or something
i thought toronto was a city
i like canada, i wish it was where america was so it could be warmer
james, i did not see that commercial, seems good maybe
u should buy an AA barrette
hi tao long time no post i just wanted to say hi and i appreciate this 'return to form' for you, or som
your brain is changing, which's good. this post has beauty and makes me feel optimistic.
hi colin
nice to hear from you chapman
jenny and i were thinking about smoked salmon too.
it will be alright.
that's exactly how i feel about canada. i wish it were south so i could think about living there without getting chilly.
Perhaps Toronto with electric blankets, mittens, and heaters would be far less demanding of a city than New York. I would suggest the Bay Area, because of it's mixture of culture and heat, but I would imagine you'd have to leave a lot behind.
if you move to the bay area, you can sleep on my couch. i have to warn you it has a lump in it though. but it's okay if yr back doesn't try to fight with the lump. the lump is not really mean or anything. in fact, it's sort of nice once you get to know it. but it is a fan of drone metal, which can be nice sometimes but annoying at other times, like when it's five a.m. and the lump is listening to "dopesmoker" way too loud. mostly, it's a nice couch though.
the shareholders will not be pleased. i look forward to reading the book, retarded or not.
thank you for the offer reynard
Hi, I discovered about your work a few days ago, and I am in love with your stories in BED. Esp. the ones with "love" in the title. I refuse to be an intellectual groupie, though, thought I'd preemptively let you know that. Thanks for being an inspiration tho.
i am glad you are in love with bed
"like i am trying to train it but it doesn't have the IQ that is necessary to not be bad"
are you trying to say that mentally retarded people need a higher IQ in order to "be good" but in fact, because of their IQs, will always "be bad"?
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