Author: PGR
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I surrendered to the strangeness, and the strangeness started to make sense
Now, I’m not about to start listening to tapes again any time soon (though I did rescue a rather handsome wood-cheeked Akai tape deck from the miljörum a couple years back)… and there ain’t no one writing songs about my olive press, either.
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18OCT24 / accessions
Welcome back, Victoria / I trust your piano-legs / are covered up again
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heavy threads
The point is that I still think of those old-web values as my values, but I have nonetheless gotten remarkably sloppy about actually living them.
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toothpick instruction manual
Carve this shit on our collective tombstone before pissing on the grave.
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this is all I know and all I dream
I saw Megalopolis the week before last and wanted to write about it, but—rather pathetically, perhaps—flinched off doing so.