am i blogging 'way too much'

should i link more people on my sidebar

since i started following less people on twitter i feel the same maybe

i feel like a character in 'lord of the rings' that wasn't in the movie and also wasn't in the book

since i wasn't in the movie or the book i'm not real, or something, but i'm sort of real, from a certain perspective

is that a feeling

'seems like i'm just typing whatever'

'i don't want to have a blog where there's giant blog posts every day'

'but that is what i have now'

have i become a contradiction, 'much like the universe itself,' also 'much like zen methods of existence' and 'light being both a wave and a [molecule?]'

will sales rise because of this, do i still have some 'aura of mystery' associated with my name, or am i like rosie o'donnell or someone like that, without any mystery, like a horse or pigeon

are horses mysterious, 'i'm not really even sure anymore'

by mysterious i think i mean, like, 'giant octopus' are mysterious

but typing that i'm not even sure, are 'giant octopus' mysterious at all

there is less than 30 hours as of 4 p.m. on saturday to bid on my myspace account

if bidding exceeds $15,000 i will post a sex video on this blog where i have sex to orgasm with five different inanimate objects of your choice

is that weird, do i not know how to promote myself anymore

if bidding exceeds $50,000 i will 'leave the internet' for five years

'damn,' just felt nervous typing that, saw myself reading jean rhys a lot, perhaps rereading all of joy williams, ann beattie, frederick barthelme, lorrie moore, etc., seems 'sweet' actually

if bidding exceeds $100,000 i will probably reprint james purdy's 'color of darkness' just to have a 'sweet' copy in my room, the cover would feature helvetica, probably something neon, the interior would be minimalist

is today saturday, just temporarily 'lost control' of the facility in my brain that locates me temporally in space-time

yeah, saturday, which means people won't comment on this post maybe, perhaps feeling fear that people will think they are reading my blog on saturday instead of surfing or something

i have 100% positive reviews on ebay, is anyone impressed

isn't there widespread knowledge on the internet that i 'can't be trusted'

what do i really want to type right now

feels like i just want to type similes

do i still 'just want to express myself' like two and a half years ago when 'you are a little bit happier than i am' came out

is there going to be a retrospective on the internet for that book

will one of my fans i haven't yet alienated 'hold' a 900-day retrospective for 'you are a little bit happier than i am'

how many fans have i alienated

when i'm working at taco bell, on my 20-minute break, in 2011, crying onto my burrito supreme, will i regret having alienated every person that did not produce 'sustained "warmth" and "excitement"' in me

or will i feel freedom, without my cell phone, tasting the sour cream, probably drinking a beer (against taco bell rules), only knowing what i can taste and see

is food 'the answer'

to what degree have i experienced 'meaninglessness'

if i had $1,000,000,000 how 'meaningless/beautiful/sad' would i feel, and in what manner would the feeling manifest prose-style wise (longer sentences? 'the sudden, glaring addition of mixed metaphors into tao lin's ouevre'?)

is 'pure' existential despair possible without having over $50,000 in your checking account

is that the purpose of the $50,000 guggenheim award

is my writing still socio-politcal, to some degree, how can i 'escape society' more fully, and is there a novel called 'nihilism' yet

seems like a title that could strongly brand a writer

where are all my shit-talkers, should i enable anonymous comments

where is my essay the poetry foundation solicited from me, it isn't on the site, i've fantasized 2-5 times 'already' about what to title the blog post linking it ('i've produced another "retarded" essay,' with the blog post linking my previous ones, mostly from 'the stranger), but it is not there, is this sentence harmful to someone

feels like i am going to win brandon's short story contest

does anyone think they can 'beat me'

i work 3-6 hours a day for ~30 days to create first drafts of 20-page short stories

but what if brandon doesn't like me, he might think my similes are more 'really annoying/trying too hard' than 'quirky/charming'

i mailed brandon $800 two days ago

i just confirmed with brandon, the winner of brandon's contest will also win a lifetime subscription to muumuu house ($100 value)

i can think of 'nothing better' re brandon's contest than if brandon wins and posts his own story