November 30, 2007

Htlif, Page 253.

-- Bruce, she laughs, -- why is it you have to savour everything bad that happens to others?

I think about this for a second or two. -- It stems from a belief that there's only a finite number of bad things that can happen in the world at any given time. So if they're happening to someone else they ain't happening to me. In a way, it's a celebration of joie de vivre.

Posted by dean at 08:35 PM

November 28, 2007

. . .

Posted by dean at 12:43 AM

November 23, 2007

I Want To Hurt Them Where It Matters. In Their Girlfriends And Boyfriends, In Their Obscure Social Protocols And Adobe Illustrator T-Shirts.

But I need time. Friends. Execution, pre-planned.

When they turned on me, I didn't notice, lost in focus.

I felt a rib break and my mouth came loose.

It's okay.

Just wait.

Posted by dean at 03:16 AM

November 15, 2007

. . .

Posted by dean at 07:44 PM

November 13, 2007

Htlif, Page 229.

All I can think about is that boy's skull, bashed in, the way his head was caved in and how it wasn't like a heid at all, just like a broken silly puppet face, about how when you destroy something, when you brutalise it, it always looks warped and disfigured and slightly unreal and unhuman and that's what makes it easier for you to go on brutalising it, go on fucking it and hurting it and mashing until you've destroyed it completely, proving that destruction is natural in the human spirit, that nature has devices to enable us to destroy, to make it easier for us; a way of making righteous people who want to act do things without the fear of consequence, a way of making us less than human, as we break the laws.

Posted by dean at 08:15 PM

November 11, 2007

Htlif, Page 222.

We once read some cunt saying that it was better to travel hopefully than to arrive and just thinking this makes us want tae smack the bastard ower the heid with a truncheon because if this is as good as it gets then we are well and truly fucked.

Posted by dean at 09:16 PM

November 06, 2007

. . .

Posted by dean at 12:17 AM

November 04, 2007

There's No Point To Radio Anymore. It's A Cultural Institution, Sure, And We Tolerate It, Keep It Around For Posterity. But Radio Offers Nothing To The Music World That Can't Be Found Elsewhere At Pretty Much The Same Price.

I recently spent 12 full hours absorbing everything it has to offer. The only conclusion I came up with is that the act itself -- actually turning a dial -- is sweetly nostalgic, but it gets you nowhere.
The Stranger

Posted by dean at 07:35 PM

November 02, 2007

. . .

Posted by dean at 09:00 PM

November 01, 2007

David Cross Pulled Out A Spider-Man Card Of The Lizard Smashing In His Head.

"Oh no," he said.

"He'll be paralyzed. He'll be a pinata."

Posted by dean at 06:58 PM

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