Tag: food
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Musings
Most of what I draft is a conceptual placeholder–in one of my books, I cut out 67% of the drafted material, going from 435k words to 143k words. In the first draft, there’s some gems here and there, but it’s mostly just dirt that keeps the gems in place, and highlights their shine so I…
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What the Fart Pact is happening, all you covenant-breakers who’re sitting in a group of mildly-well-acquainted folks who are all wrinkling their noses and pretending not to notice because one of you—ONE OF YOU—just tried to sneak a silent one past the group but it fell fucking short and now all of you are trying…
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Musings
My life is more pleasant when I allow things to be; without straining to define, categorize, or cross-reference things into intellectually digestible boxes. Personally, I find definition/categorization/cross-referencing naturally occurs in the right amount, at the right time, and at the right place when I abide in allowance. Life is especially pleasant when I don’t tunnel-vision…
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What the apocta-beej is happening, all you supposedly lucky mofos who’re the recipient of a hoover-like mouth attached to a jackhammer neck and holy shit it’s causing you to see angels and interdimensionals and the unshaven b-hole of long-lost deities, simultaneously, unbeknownst to you, some frantic scientist in the depths of a super-secret underground base…
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Musings
Over the years, I’ve come to believe in a realm of truth that lies beyond theory and surface deduction, a place where answers are not just detailed in clinical logic, but where they are also intuited and deeply felt–where we live and breathe their core essence, and fully embody their organic spirit.
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What the grappling-dick is happening, my fellow big-wienered folk who’ve managed to piss off your archnemesis to the point where you’re naked and blindfolded and standing up at the very fucking edge of a thousand foot drop, they’re pointing a gun at your head and giving a menacing-ass speech accompanied by orchestral DUHTs and DUH-DUHTS! …
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Musings
When I was younger, I placed total consideration into technicalities and procedures, quantifying possibility into rigid measurements and expectations. Later, I saw implicit wisdom in Tarantino’s reply when he was asked how to break into the film industry. He said, “Write and direct Reservoir Dogs. That’s what I did.” Through his tongue-and-cheek reply, he showed…
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Musings
I believe novelty is inevitable–even if the same idea comes up again, it’s expressed in a different existential configuration, where none of the particles are in the exact same space-time arrangement. So I suppose that as I recognize the “old” as new, I must also accept irony as an existential truth.
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What the death-taint is happening, all you nasty taint-neglecters who’ve built up a thriving civilization on your fleshy undercarriage (tiny beast-folk, grotesque hobgoblins, translucent humanoids and other wonders and horrors that boggle the mind and defy the imagination) only to run into that fuckfaced coworker who posts stuff on LinkedIn that sounds like a cross…
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Musings
I’ve noticed my negative thoughts fall into two distinct types. The first type–where I consciously and deliberately frame things in a negative light–is like pouring fuel on the fire, or voluntarily putting my hand on a hot stove, and doesn’t lead to anything productive. The second type–negative thoughts and feelings that arise without my bidding–are…