Category Archives: Literature

On writing and the instability of words (briefly)

Posted on January 17, 2011 by

“One time, I was driving from some party and a friend of mine’s girlfriend (or maybe just some girl he was fucking) who I had just met maybe two hours before, remarked on the skepticism that seemed to soak my … Continue reading →

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All the Stars Aflame

Posted on December 28, 2010 by

“Try to imagine how you would feel if you woke up one morning to find the sun shining and all the stars aflame. You would be frightened because it is out of the order of nature. Any upheaval in the … Continue reading →

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Must I reveal more sin?

Posted on September 17, 2010 by

These guys occasionally post dope things. Mostly they’re just a bunch of weirdos. So if you want pictures of naked women, Samuel Becket quotes, beats made by my friends, and feelings of extreme internet inferiority, watch the hours melt away … Continue reading →

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Nahlidge

Posted on August 15, 2010 by
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No words to describe such beauty

Posted on July 26, 2010 by

Except, of course, for these words:

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Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep

Posted on July 26, 2010 by

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was … Continue reading →

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Right on for the darkness

Posted on July 14, 2010 by

This week’s reading, boys and girls. Join the most macabre book club in town.

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I Spit on Your Graves

Posted on July 6, 2010 by

I’ll let the description on the Tam Tam Books website tell it: “Boris Vian was a novelist, jazz musician, jazz critic, poet, playwright, a friend of Miles Davis, Duke Ellington, Raymond Queneau, Jean Cocteau, Louis Malle, Jean Paul Sartre, and … Continue reading →

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Bukowski say:

Posted on June 27, 2010 by

the man with the beautiful eyes when we were kids there was a strange house all the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play … Continue reading →

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All my heroes have impeccable mustaches

Posted on May 26, 2010 by

Ladies and gentleman, pimps and playas, meet Imre Madach, 19th Century writer, poet, lawyer, politician, and, judging from that incredible ‘stache, general mack daddy and man of leisure. But, of course, nobody beats the N.

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