Category Archives: vodka

Hanging Myself

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Not funny really in this time of Infinite Jests, but maybe it is really exactly how I feel. I mean in the sense of eternal return, or Metampsychosis, or however you spell it and whatever Joyce was talking about…. I’m hanging the show. I feel like a worker… in the Marxist sense of that word: working on the ladders with the back into it. I mean to say that hanging a book is a physical act. I’ve been training for it like a boxer at the gym.. but my fucking thumbs are still weak for the push pins and the map pins and the pins and needles and needles and pins…..feel like a carpenter… feel like Christ crucified… stigmata on my thumb. LOL. music here is some odd Brian Wilson post Smile mid mad period song. Fucking lovely and perfect fit for my raw time lapse. More to come…

Sublerno

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Tales of the cock at the empty store. This was from the dawn of the holiday… went out with ladies to one of these places that has “Mixologists” instead of bartenders… Lot’s of odd cocktails that conspired to give me the worst hangover I’ve had in years. I didn’t even think I was drunk, but it sure killed the next day. I was taking note of things I over heard. Everyone on the street sounded straight out of Willoughby.