This past year I completed a memoir, among other things. Now, memoirs are absolute garbage for the most part and this manuscript of mine is rife with pettiness and obscenity, a brazen open-laying of my current and past life for gawkers to behold. It's absolutely stuffed with all manner of illegal and unethical behavior and a fairly good amount of the time I wax stupid about the amount of drugs I'm currently metabolizing. The glorification of flesh and all its abuses is a key theme, a stabbing toward the Gonzo, a vault at making a beast of oneself. Oh man am I high right now.
I won't post more text, or any of it here, on the offball chance that one day someone might like to publish it for real, but if you know me at all, you can simply imagine.
This year also saw many changes. No, that's incorrect. (Wait, you said you weren't going to do an year end post. Okay, fine. I won't.) I thought I had maybe had something to say but that was vanity. Here's a list of thoughts I had in addition to that previous sentence as I was considering what to dash off for the tubes.
1. Plate tectonics, the earth's core, the magnetosphere, Mars's magnetosphere, Venus's magnetosphere, rate of atmosphere loss on Venus due to lack of an active magnetic field pulsed out into the solar wind from the dark belly of our sister planet
2. The Best American Short Stories 2018, trash, Raymond Carver, Miranda July, "Cat Person", Wordsworthing, Nick, Dan
3. Fermentation, especially those first fuckers who stumbled into booze and must have believed themselves to being their own god for such a creation. Civilization as an extension of such a basic idea. Fuck the wheel, without fermentation you'd never get out of caves and Art, certainly, would stand no chance of arriving.
4. Watering plants
5. Wanting to do a piece about the earthquake but remembering that Murakami already took the nifty "After the Quake" as a title. Man, fuck.
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