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February 11th, 2012

"Sometimes I come to hate people because they can’t see where I am. I’ve gone empty, completely empty…"

“Sometimes I come to hate people because they can’t see where I am. I’ve gone empty, completely empty and all they see is the visual form; my arms and legs, my face, my height and posture, the sounds that come from my throat. But I’m fucking empty. The person I was just one year ago no longer exists; drifts spinning slowly into the ether somewhere way back there. I’m a Xerox of my former self. I can’t abstract my own dying any longer. I am a stranger to others and to myself and I refuse to pretend that I am familiar or that I have history attached to my heels. I am glass, clear empty glass. I see the world spinning behind and through me. I see casualness and mundane effects of gesture made by constant populations. I look familiar but I am a complete stranger being mistaken for my former selves. I am a stranger and I am moving. I am moving on two legs soon to be on all fours. I am no longer animal vegetable or mineral. I am no longer made of circuits or disks. I am no longer coded and deciphered. I am all emptiness and futility. I am an empty stranger, a carbon copy of my form. I can no longer find what I’m looking for outside of myself. It doesn’t exist out there. Maybe it’s only in here, inside my head. But my head is glass and my eyes have stopped being cameras, the tape has run out and nobody’s words can touch me. No gesture can touch me. I’ve been dropped into all this from another world and I can’t speak your language any longer. See the signs I try to make with my hands and fingers. See the vague movements of my lips among the sheets. I’m a blank spot in a hectic civilization. I’m a dark smudge in the air that dissipates without notice. I feel like a window, maybe a broken window. I am a glass human. I am a glass human disappearing in rain. I am standing among all of you waving my invisible arms and hands. I am shouting my invisible words. I am getting so weary. I am growing tired. I am waving to you here. I am crawling around looking for the aperture of complete and final emptiness. I am vibrating in isolation among you. I am screaming but it comes out like pieces of clear ice. I am signaling that the volume of all this is too high. I am waving. I am waving my hands. I am disappearing. I am disappearing but not fast enough.”

- David Wojnarowicz (via human-activities)
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February 11th, 2012

Everything.



Everything.

February 11th, 2012

SALEM IN THE BAAAAATH. I love him so much.



SALEM IN THE BAAAAATH. I love him so much.

February 11th, 2012

bradelterman: The chicks from Heart with Stevie Nicks from…



bradelterman:

The chicks from Heart with Stevie Nicks from Fleetwood Mac at some record party around 1980. My hair was exactly like Stevie’s! 

Photo by Brad Elterman

THIS IS LIKE STARING INTO THE SUN

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February 11th, 2012

fyeahblackhistory: Muhammad Ali Wall-to-wall adorbs.



fyeahblackhistory:

Muhammad Ali

Wall-to-wall adorbs.

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February 11th, 2012

Dallas schools take the boys to see Red Tails, show girls six-year-old film instead.

Dallas schools take the boys to see Red Tails, show girls six-year-old film instead. :

wtf. I love the guy whose wife was a pilot who spoke up.

February 11th, 2012

all of it.



all of it.

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February 11th, 2012

invisiblestories: Robert Burton, The Anatomy of…



invisiblestories:

Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy

Voided by Art or Nature

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February 11th, 2012

invisiblestories: Robert Burton, The Anatomy of…



invisiblestories:

Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy

Voided by Art or Nature.

February 11th, 2012

theswingingsixties: The Beatles disembark. Ira always waves to…



theswingingsixties:

The Beatles disembark.

Ira always waves to the crowd when he disembarks, whether there is a crowd or not. I suggested he do it on subways and cabs, too, but he thought that was logistically challenging. (“I am often carrying things.”)