barry oblivion
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This fact struck me with a profound disappointment, as the reasoning behind why I would undertake such a process I thought was fascinating, but in the wake of this ice-bath of truth I have made it a mission to go and see this artifact in person to ascertain whether their rationale aligned with mine.
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Schattenfroh was brilliant. Book as author as torus, as tzimtzum, unfolding by infolding until the sky’s light breaks again and the torus has cycled back to its initial state. A requiem for seemingly every death but mostly his father’s, an outpouring of grief shucked from the walls of Nobody’s soul.
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Had this neat computer-breaking idea to alphabetize every single letter of the KJV into one gigantic paragraph and self-publish the tome thru Amazon but after hours of trying and failing to finagle Notepad++ into cooperating with me, I googled it and found that that is already a piece in the SFMOMA.
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The Room is one of my favorite movies and I was in theaters for both Best Friends 1 and 2. I have a hard drive full of bootlegged mp4s of everything he did pre-The Room. I wonder what type of deal he’s on now. I know grifting is profitable and Big Shark’s eternal theater run’s expensive but come on.
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Man I get on Twitter for like five minutes and I’ve got Tommy Wiseau in my feed givin me everything I don’t need from him. While he’s out of virtually nowhere on a disappointing patriotism and “bring GenZ back to God” kick I’m still hung up on my “give me Big Shark on DVD” kick. We are not the same.
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This feels like—being a requiem—the DMT-flooded flashing before the eyes as Nobody gives up the ghost. Every scene is stunning and kaleidoscopic, every facet turning and returning to show a glimpse of some new side. How this was translated is beyond me. Lawton is pushing into John E Woods territory.
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I’m having a blast with this brick. It doesn’t give way easily and the unbroken stream of vision is easy to get lost in, but part of me wonders if that is the deliberate nature of this thing. To portray life as this unceasing flow impossible to comprehend in its entirety in the moment of experience.
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This thing is phantasmagoria. An absolutely relentless onrush of hypnagogic allusion. Why travel through space when you can travel through the dreamweaving subconscious? Why not hurry down hundred page Revelation visions, each ekphrastic moment kneaded til toroid, through which the next can be seen?
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I wish he’d felt his heart once before he died. I wouldn’t wish his wife and kids’ grief on anyone. I wish he’d spread the values of his professed religion rather than the vain and hateful constructs that have risen in its name. I wish he’d lived just long enough to see his stupid lil table flipped.
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This brutality was inevitable. This is what happens when truth, long-suppressed, breaks its way free like a bull goring its torturer. Those who have made themselves emblematic champions of (and mouthpieces for) systems of genocide and oppression will die martyred in the name of their loveless cause.
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That purpose is necessarily, fundamentally antihumanity. People like him do not value humanity, only self. The truth will stare them in the face and they’ll construct some soulless system of logic around it like the cogency of an argument negates the lived reality of it, which they’re detached from.
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Those realities will devour you. People can blather “political violence has no place” but this is its place: millions are dying, the world is ending, and his purpose was to spread lies and vitriol to gloss over it, to placate the ignorant and feed them saccharine lies to shore up against that truth.
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There are realities more important than money. The construction and proliferation of faulty, bad-faith arguments built from egomaniacal debate-club logic is a worthless endeavor conflicting with lived reality, a state of denial for profit. It’s a turkeytoothed veneer no one believes but out of fear.
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Oh to be one of those grifters who revel heartlessly in stoking the fires of political violence and then feel betrayed when they get burned. I would hope that this is a lesson in choosing more wisely which bit to commit to, that what you spread has consequences, but I’ve learned better than to hope.
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Part of me is screaming PACKWATCH but then again the entirety of me has seen the video and so I’ve more or less concluded that indeed the pack has been watched. Unfortunate that the lesson taught to him wasn’t lived through to be learned from but he was never one to accept lessons, greedy and proud.
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The day has come; the brick has arrived. In the air there is the sensation of a sickness eve, the awareness of a lymphatic heaviness soon to bloom into heady and aromatic rapture, a dizzy euphoria brought on by fever. That coming storm looms on the horizon: the monolith throbs on a peripheral table.
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I haven’t been active: I found a toad in the bottom of a bag of Lucky Charms and it told me to beware the things which would soon grow in my throat. I had assumed it meant the coming words, but in fact it meant the more obvious warts. I’ve been warring with growths and polyps and can only now speak.
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Monday Mini-movie🧵: I got a short one for this week. Pulling out another documentary that has been on my watchlist ever since the trailer went viral: Grand Theft Hamlet (2024). A film captured entirely within the virtual world, I am simply pumped to see GTA transform into medium of film.
Two in game avatars standing stop a blimp in Grand Theft Hamlet (2024).
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Harder. Whatever. I’m a chimp with a keyboard just tryna fumble my way into Shakespeare. No one knows what to do, least of all me. It’s barely true that I’m literate. I wouldn’t know the dictionary from a fundraiser coupon book clearly. Life is short. Spell less. Shove shirtless punks. Sweatslicked.
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Just saw a goth do the worm in the middle of a mosh pit. The guy’s playing bluegrass. I understand nothing. The world is an oyster and I’m one of those inflatable dudes they put outside of car dealerships. Loosely equipped and tightly strung. Life is short. Do the worm. Live hardet. Understand less.
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Finally found a copy of Phenomenology of Spirit. Grail acquired for $10. And it’s annotated! Feelin the luck this day. I am not smart enough to read it but I’ll get there. Same for Tractatus. My tantalizing mistresses. I will hold these apples until I can eat them core and all with my big boy teeth.