That's a basic summation of who I am. I won't study anything straight-forward--like material for a science class--or attempt to comprehend it for shit, but give me lists of art pieces, movies, bands, albums, or best-ofs, and I'll never be seen again because I'll be spending all my time researching on the computer. In the end, I think my obsession with lists exists for the sole reason to divert my attention from important things that actually matter like school, or rigged elections in foreign countries.
I hope to vent some of that frustration and energy and excitement into this blog. It's a blog about nothing, but everything, but only a couple things in particular. Yeah, you got it.
I want to talk about society, coffee, makeup, dresses, zombies, James Joyce, Jack Kerouac, Orson Welles, Federico Fellini, voluptuous women, castration, foreign cinema, Sweden, Ingmar Bergman, sevenths, seals, Neil Young, the Pixies, Talking Heads, guitars, keyboards, feathers, corkboards, kitties, death, murder, mayhem, cake and sodomy, the chapter where dreams unfold, Netflix, flowers, anarchy, socialism, communism, capitalism . . .
. . . but mainly music and movies (with a little of the other stuff sprinkled in).
With a particular ditty in my head, I'll end the first post with a quote:
Love and only love will endure
Hate is everything you think it is
Love and only love will break it down
[enter bitchin' solo]
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