if i keep 'acting retarded' on the internet will i die
i know i will die at some point, that isn't the question i'm asking in this blog post, i think
i think i feel already not sure what this blog post is 'about'
i think i'm interested in whether or not i will 'wither' and then die, in my chair, in the library, if i type certain sentences
will my heart shrivel, inside my body, causing me to 'die,' as i type certain words in certain combinations onto this blog
seems like i can do anything on the internet, which seems weird
i've censored myself 'so much' in my life, even on this blog, i think, not sure actually
not sure what is happening right now, as i sit here, typing onto this blog
does each sentence i type onto this blog cause 95% of prizes/grants/reviewers to 'move away from me' (i have images of them, like, rolling away awkwardly, due to their shapes; for the reviewers i have images of them putting their forefinger/thumb on their forehead/cheek and then sort of 'swiveling' their head away from me), does that seem funny to me or not
i have images of people staring at their computer screens feeling confused
tens of thousands of people in a giant stadium staring at computer screens feeling confused
'hm'
if i have any friends, can you (if you want to) bid on my myspace account to increase the price to like $80000, so that it 'becomes news,' i think this requires at least 2 friends (just experienced a moment of uncertainty re '2 friends,' seemed good)
this was suggested in the comments section of the post below this post
i have a tumblr
brandon is having a short story contest
i'm probably going to enter under several fake names
i'm excited
i'm also afraid
will brandon choose me
or will he choose someone else
will i cry if i lose
or will i just eat carbohydrates
i think galleys of 'shoplifting from american apparel' will exist somewhere within 3-4 weeks
the distributor will have a number of copies of the galleys, i believe
i feel neutral
i feel like the thing in middle school that tests whether a solution in chemistry class has been neutralized or not; i feel like the moment when the thing is seen to be neutralized, using a tab or something, with numbers on it
i feel like the moment when an 8th grader looks at the tab, feeling no interest in whatever 'lab experiment' it is for, and sees that it has been neutralized, and thinks 'neutralized' or something
not sure what i'm trying to describe, might be less an emotion than a 'tableau' or something
sort of can't believe i blogged again, 'so soon' after the previous blog post, with no real new news
should perhaps have consolidated these three 'myspace-ebay posts' into one post, to maximize comments and other reasons, yet i keep typing
is this what mike tyson felt like when he bit evander holyfield the second time
i feel highly aware that what i am doing right now isn't the ideal blogging technique to achieve my goals, 'though, what are my goals, hehe'
i keep having images of doors closing
just had an image of a window closing, seemed 'slightly abberant'
i think i feel already not sure what this blog post is 'about'
i think i'm interested in whether or not i will 'wither' and then die, in my chair, in the library, if i type certain sentences
will my heart shrivel, inside my body, causing me to 'die,' as i type certain words in certain combinations onto this blog
seems like i can do anything on the internet, which seems weird
i've censored myself 'so much' in my life, even on this blog, i think, not sure actually
not sure what is happening right now, as i sit here, typing onto this blog
does each sentence i type onto this blog cause 95% of prizes/grants/reviewers to 'move away from me' (i have images of them, like, rolling away awkwardly, due to their shapes; for the reviewers i have images of them putting their forefinger/thumb on their forehead/cheek and then sort of 'swiveling' their head away from me), does that seem funny to me or not
i have images of people staring at their computer screens feeling confused
tens of thousands of people in a giant stadium staring at computer screens feeling confused
'hm'
if i have any friends, can you (if you want to) bid on my myspace account to increase the price to like $80000, so that it 'becomes news,' i think this requires at least 2 friends (just experienced a moment of uncertainty re '2 friends,' seemed good)
this was suggested in the comments section of the post below this post
i have a tumblr
brandon is having a short story contest
i'm probably going to enter under several fake names
i'm excited
i'm also afraid
will brandon choose me
or will he choose someone else
will i cry if i lose
or will i just eat carbohydrates
i think galleys of 'shoplifting from american apparel' will exist somewhere within 3-4 weeks
the distributor will have a number of copies of the galleys, i believe
i feel neutral
i feel like the thing in middle school that tests whether a solution in chemistry class has been neutralized or not; i feel like the moment when the thing is seen to be neutralized, using a tab or something, with numbers on it
i feel like the moment when an 8th grader looks at the tab, feeling no interest in whatever 'lab experiment' it is for, and sees that it has been neutralized, and thinks 'neutralized' or something
not sure what i'm trying to describe, might be less an emotion than a 'tableau' or something
sort of can't believe i blogged again, 'so soon' after the previous blog post, with no real new news
should perhaps have consolidated these three 'myspace-ebay posts' into one post, to maximize comments and other reasons, yet i keep typing
is this what mike tyson felt like when he bit evander holyfield the second time
i feel highly aware that what i am doing right now isn't the ideal blogging technique to achieve my goals, 'though, what are my goals, hehe'
i keep having images of doors closing
just had an image of a window closing, seemed 'slightly abberant'
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it's the unholy trinity. the posts i mean. loving the window imagery
today i was at a friend's with another friend and everyone was having a good time. then the other friend said he had to leave, and i was going to stay but then the friend whose house it was said he had stuff to do and that i should leave. i felt like i should go take a subway to somewhere i've never been or drive in a straight line as far as i can and hang out there. but instead i 'came home' and went on the internet. i had an image of a neutral wet bee.
congrats dude. myspace ebay price now up to $64.33
damn
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girls
tao, death is all around. not "death" death, but the word death. at least, I think so. death the word is here now, creeping in the subconscious. turn your brain off and it slips out.
I don't know where that leaves me or you or anyone, but that's just how I feel at the moment. and to me, everything nowadays is about feeling...
have a great day
I like you when you're confused Tao.
damn you're so funny sometimes
this reminds me of Herzog's God Angry Man when Gene Scott doesn't get the donations in he goes off on one.
tao lin should become a tv evangelist
" i refuse to post another hamster based story unless you pledge $100 dollars"
i read this blog post several hours ago and then i took a nap
during the nap i had a dream that you were watching me eat a sandwich and because i took the tomatoes off you said i seemed like i was prone to addiction and that everything i did made me seem like an addict, i got upset and cried in the dream, then you apologized
doors closing means you think about death a lot.
at least that's what I hear.
carrie, damn
sorry bro
the truth hurts
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