Monthly archive: February, 2012

an important book

February 22, 2012, by

The novel experience here, ahem, is about being able to connect with anarchy and chaos experientially. Often assumed to be the same thing, they’re not. Read more →

some precepts of cool

February 20, 2012, by

There is a very important, but not terribly serious, idea that I feel like fondling. Every now and then I’ll solicit opinions using facebook and twitter, fitting into my deeply affectionate disrespect for the tenets of social marketing. As much as I care about what people are doing, I prefer to know what they’re thinking.

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twisted is the new pretty

February 5, 2012, by

Something very different happens almost every few years, intrinsic shifts. Music, literature, whatever… we are in a state of constant progression, evolution, mutation. The fact that we are self aware, meta conscious beings, makes room for a little too much inauthenticity at times, especially when it comes to making art. Read more →

a messy piece of dug out, coked up prose

February 5, 2012, by

One of my favourite things is to scratch around my old note books, I came across this scribble tonight. I remember writing it quite some time back, fucked up on coke, squatting in a dead artist’s house.

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