I play too hard when I oughta go to sleep.
neonjacket
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- 10 Forms of Twisted Thinking
- 11:11 (person)
- 5am in the middle of a wasted summer (person)
- A joke about dealing with people
- A Toast To The Unlikeliest Of Futures
- abstract psychological trait correlations
- Alex Chilton
- Algonquin phases of the moon (idea)
- Amerindie
- Amid the Midwest, they wait
- An open letter to the chosen one
- Anandamide: cannabis, pregnancy, memory, and schizophrenia
- Basics of personal mythology
- Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful
- Before Choice Disturbs
- Belief and Technique for Modern Prose
- Bella Donna
- Bubbles falls down the rabbit hole (idea)
- But lately, I've been too tired to care
- cigarette break (thing)
- consciousness logging (thing)
- Decadence
- Diverging Paths and All That
- Do you start feeling, ever?
- Don't come back, don't call. Think of another way.
- Dreamer, never learned to be ambitious
- Dropping out of college is scary
- drowning in Detroit
- Essentials of Spontaneous Prose
- Feeling that you're made of very thin glass
- For a boat of white bone, and we three
- From now on, any ordinary knowledge is no longer going to satisfy you, I'm afraid
- Fuck it
- Gas Station Church
- Gone to Hell to fight the Devil
- Good Night, Sleep Tight
- herbal remedies for migraine (thing)
- Hip-hop quadrant system
- hlör u fang axaxaxas mlö (event)
- How to be anonymous (idea)
- how to beat RAY (idea)
- How to Cook a Poet to Perfection
- How to Proceed in the Arts
- How to put a cigarette out on your tongue
- How to smoke yourself retarded
- I am the very model of a modern teenage Cyberpunk
- I could take this in doses large enough to kill
- I dedicate all my love to your hot inner beauty
- I fuck your sunshine
- I just wanna rock and never stop (idea)
- I think I know that I am almost always afraid. (place)
- I want to fall in love
- I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you
- I was so cool, that first afternoon
- I wrote you a letter on the bus back from the city, but that's a different kind of weary (place)
- Icicle
- idiot
- If the universe breaks my heart
- If the universe breaks my heart (idea)
- Illumina
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- in cities not our own (idea)
- In Los Angeles, something is always burning
- information theory
- Ironic hipsters
- It's 2 in the morning and I own the world (idea)
- John Irving's advice to writers
- just a night (idea)
- Kill time before it kills you
- Life in the conditional tense
- List of recorded anomalies in T-9000 operation (partial) (idea)
- Love in a quantum universe
- Mamihlapinatapai
- Modern Mayan Slaughtercomb
- Music? What the FUCK is music? (idea)
- My Angst Ate my Suffering in a Void of Meaningless Existential Nihilistic Self-Oppression: An Poem
- My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon.
- negative capability
- No prayer for the dead gods
- Noders' poetry
- Notes from the little black book
- Now is the time when I start: Drink (place)
- oblique strategies garden
- On Neptune, it rains diamonds
- On the Road
- On Writing (thing)
- Our Passive God
- our rockets are aimed at autumn (poetry)
- Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also
- Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also (person)
- poetry hacks human languages (idea)
- Premature cognitive commitment
- Procrastination Singularity
- prole
- pukesick: notes to myself (idea)
- question the question before you contemplate the answer (idea)
- Questions to ask yourself on the way to self-discovery
- Quitting smoking
- rice paper bees bleed to wet sugar at the whim of the rain (idea)
- Sarah Kane
- Save enough energy for the escape
- schrebers testimony (fiction)
- Scribblings from a table at Rue De La Course
- self-avoiding walk
- September 12, 2006 (idea)
- Sickness is Health. Madness is Wisdom. Drinking is Strength.
- Sitting in the rain at night (place)
- Slack is a way of life (idea)
- Smoking as a nihilistic displacement activity
- Some of our best friends are three minutes long
- Some things I've learned about not smoking (idea)
- spider camp (place)
- Streets thick with wild chaos and cigarette butts
- Tell me about your secret places
- The Art of the Mix Tape
- the beautiful girl herself writes poems in code
- The Best Kind of Motorcycle is a Horse
- The blue lights of suburban living rooms
- the book of clean white pages, a poem of self absorption
- The collected letters of sundays dreaming (idea)
- The Damnation of Tom Waits
- The future comes screaming and shattered, fragmented, howling through midnight cobblestone streets (idea)
- The heat death of the Universe
- The king of somnambulists demands more and better moons (idea)
- The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies (idea)
- The one thing I cannot write
- the passing of years unnoted
- The principles of nuclear weapon safety and meeting girls are remarkably similar
- The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
- The Society for the Practice of Avoidance-Based Time Control
- The sum total of human bullshit
- the trash of dreams and the unspoken misgivings (thing)
- Things nobody tells you about the south pole
- This is how we begin again (idea)
- this is sex without touching (place)
- ToasterLeavings
- trying to complete some archaic sub-quest, only to be drawn into some stupid battle every five steps
- Want (the state of not having her) (person)
- we lose weeks like buttons, like pencils (idea)
- We Met in May (person)
- weeknight sound track
- Welcome to 2002, the twenty-third year of the eighties
- What gets us out of bed in the morning (fiction)
- What is punk rock? What is the blues? (idea)
- Where have all the poets gone? (idea)
- whisked through time-tubes of candied air to an archipelago of moon-worlds, sterile and deserted
- Why bert hid the moon (idea)
- Writing muscle
- You are complexity, studied and defined
- You are reading this (idea)
- You who never arrived
- you, the marionette
- You, with your timid, half-hearted intimacies
- Your facts peel away from your own fiction
- Zen morning laugh