summer 2024.

links to note collections are reverse chronological, notes themselves are chronological.




I don’t wanna be there, I just wanna be the music they’re playing

straight technology

”feel it motherfuckers”

it helps with the lights out
her rapid glow is like braille to the night

a soft, unrepeatable song that never stops

on the eve of a black night, think in pictures

I didn’t know much about new york other than vague geography, and everything seemed to arise unexpectedly out of a primordial chaos. I can’t rediscover something undiscovered.

she was looking at me like I was her violin

that conjures and constitutes you

- I can imagine anything - I invented something commonly referred to as aggravated assault -This is a space base

what im saying is, its going to be a scene

Fulton’s steamboat anticipated the mini-skirt // we don’t have to wait for the wind anymore.

ménage a garage

how are you gonna farm without low frequency grooves

vassal of the sun

The column appeared without fuss or fanfare. This was Cecil’s preference. He wanted to start off small and then expand. Just like the universe.

Somewhere between 15 minutes and never

Let us go then, you and I
And try to unlearn, says Elliot
He seeks for return and burns ancient love letters

Say goodnight, mean goodbye

Her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, but she thinks ”Spa-Ha” is a thing

I kissed you goodbye on the n109

a soft drawn movement, like the ascent of the moon.

The ruse is up, but I’m not sure which one

You can feel the callus on his trigger finger as your hands slot together

There aren’t a lot of religions that mention it, but it’s not like this is your first introduction to the theology, just the only time someone has tried to use a programming language to replace it.

an impeccably nerdy 18-year-old musician with a gap-toothed smile and uncombed hair...”I'd absolutely kill anyone who tried to change Julian Koster,”

To add insult to injury, one of his love interests is pulling a no-show tonight.

I think it means don’t leave me here alone

Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

shisha, which can mean ”messenger” (使者) or ”dead” (死者)

How I learned to stop worrying and love the fare evasion

What’s she like? Attractive, I assume?
Hell. In high heels.

i will always see the vision

there is a boy and he never goes out

you’ve got 404s in your chest when you wish it was 808s

IF YOU AINT 21 YOU CAN HANG IN THE ALLEY
IF YOU ARE COME DANCE

well i was shocked to see that cd you left in your bedroom...

not as a public rite but as an underground ceremony.

sitting at the tompkins skatepark at night when we were supposed to be getting mixer, lowtop converse kicked up under my skirt, arms crossed over their shirt, talking in the dark about tough love and labyrinth routes
reading w michael at black cat with almost no one there and socks on the couch
wild-eyed dream about alexei, sleeping on the floor in queens
narrowing laughing dodging red spark fireworks aimed too low to the ground, the lost best photograph ever

nice job getting the stars in the right places

I just get mine quietly

i cant do what i do if you guys stopped doing what you do

get your infatuation under lockdown

you and your friends are dressed to kill
me and my friends we just kill

I know your cool is chemical

The details of this story are infinite

With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday’s best

I love you a great deal, and as a lover you’re not so bad. I have one criticism, but it’s a big one- you’ll never be a boxer.

Weekends I do hate crimes.
What type?
Oh, just depends on who’s around.

just as much fear as fire

Go ahead and say what shuts doors. The truth.

All aches beg for release in one direction

I feel like history, and I’m scared

a ”genius who also happened to be a pornographer”.

I will dream. I will be navy blue, fading black.

So we both taste like chemicals.

America is never going to be what for so long we have hoped so badly. Half of my country is makebelieve and visions. The beauty cannot difuse the terror.

cat named boyfriend

blue screens of death and the key ring of a time traveler

You and me and five bucks.

He’s weird, he’s strange, he’s a total nightmare for women...I can’t believe I haven’t slept with him yet.

oldschoolcool

country music, 6 pm on a tuesday at slave to the grind, when the golden mid-overheads become noticeable

During the early period of Smalls, there was no liquor license and the club operated 24/7. Some musicians lived in the club full time.

Georges Belmont: You mean that you can have a Tibet within?
Henry Miller: Yes, that’s it.

to the tune of the national anthem
Of a country that didn’t survive
in a language I’ve learned and forgotten
I’ll stay home, keep the garden alive

Even here in this fathomless darkness I am
not bored, for I am never alone. I collect echoes
of unspoken thoughts
...
and assemble my
worlds as if awake.

I’ll come back to baltimore, just give me a date

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

Eternal insomniac that he is, he’s usually up this late just staring at the roof of his tent and praying away the minutes, wishing his walkman hadn’t run out of battery an hour before. He likes being around people, he admits. He’s just not very good at it.

The screen door slams, Mary’s dress sways
Like a vision, she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that’s me, and I want you only

the city of brotherly fuck off

”They’re not fucking ashamed of who they are any more because this cool band came out that is fucking retarded and ashamed and awkward like me, so maybe being retarded and ashamed and awkward is not a bad thing.”

viv and let viv!

a form of travel equal parts illegal and romantic

Of course, there isn’t one Heaven. Each soul generates its own Paradise. I favor the eternal Tuesday afternoon of an autistic man who died in a bathtub in 1953.

oft-slain sacrificial game-spawn

The only similarity between Foxboro Hot Tubs and Green Day is that we are the same band

smooth talking leet speaking douche

If, by some miracle, your don’t get your heart and/or your face broken in the next 48 hours, call me.

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

Love at first sound

Pure gorgeousness. You were no slouch either.

Do you even have money if you’re not a little gay.

I’ve always loved the way that she can bury any negative emotion under the sheer weight of superiority

...in the service of something greater than herself- a god, a ship.

”Blogging at the bar again. Got a whole bag of blow in my boy scout pants again. A few nickels to my name again. Everyone i’m with is beautiful and bored and banned from every bar on the block again.”

Your growing collection of free zines from Williamsburg isn’t going to help you find yourself but 3 menthol cigarettes and roof access might

Not having a style is also a style. so you might as well have style

Ibiza looks depressingly G-rated in the harsh light of day.

Elegance is refusal

A little too dark, loud and ’cool’ for its own good.

Good morning, you durable creature

I love coffee because humans want to drink it and I want to be like them
the club isnt the best place to find a lover so the barb is where i go (ellis twitter)

The microwave my roommate took is like a phantom limb

Catfish, Man of the Woods

At night, everyone’s gay

They look good. I look good wearing them. And I’m pathetic enough to get off on wearing something so fucking expensive.

Dictators look good until their last five minutes.

They’re doomed, they’re bourgeois, they’re in love.

You’ve never seen a living thing afraid until you’ve seen a horse in a storm.

I violated the Biological Imperative

strangely beautiful and very recursive

i love u when u are solitary
i would do everything alone and perfectly for u

Plus your kick can fit in the back when the seat falls down
Because it ain’t rock music if you’re not hauling shit around

It’s all so little, and it makes me greet every new day like an old buddy with whom I have a huge desire to jump out for a beer.

”I’m Something Cool To Do”

we are the Sysadmins Gone Wild

~bartender, an espresso, if you will - and kill the lights