Last Notes
The point is, when one is hopped up on the spritz, to slice the klobasy and not to slice oneself.
V tramvaji si přímemně vědomuju že masitý smrad který se line ve vzduchu není můj.
Why did Tony keep my discarded hair from brushing in a jar in his dorm room in College Station?
He's the kind of person who buys a pizza, rolls it up into a tube, and fucks it.
I learned today that a Swiss soldier gets a bar of chocolate for every Russian he kills.
The asssuming nature if the snobbish: Lenta asks me what time I usually get up. She answers 8 for me before I can say a word. It's a little after 7. I'm reminded of the maddening behavior of phychologists who despite all evidence to the contrary, insist they know you better than you know yourself.
An observation of a similarity between Switzerland and the States: The members of both granfalloons hang their flags proudly and everywhere.
I just had a sudden pining nostalgia of walking in Pagan Park and studying Czech. The mind is at times a horrific beast .
I think what Lee wanted to say when he told me that even mediocrity is an extreme is that actually all concepts are discreet points or levels on the quantum and are independent. Each can happen simultaneously, overlapping even within the same person.
One of the finest simple pleasures is freshly ground peppercorns.
Would you rather have friends or have people who agree with you? They aren't mutually exclusive, but many tend to collect the latter.
So my father has died. Life shall once again skew at an angle. The following weeks will be bizarre.
No Krugerrands for Klobasa-boy.
A tea - or should I say "infusion" - of dandelion, nettle, kelp and dulse.
What about music that you must pause afterwards to think deeply about its deep violence and delivery? Its delivery in a spectacularly shattering way? Even after listening to it myriad times?
One day the younger brood will ask "why is it so compelling? it's just words on paper. there is no stimulus to force my eyes forward into the story".
We. as a collective, approach Frankfurt as if it is a womb.
Since I am rewriting my website & static site generator from scratch in Rust, the meager Nostr implementation is being included in the renovation. Amazing, eh? Right now it only sends messages, however. Though this is immensely exciting, it is not particularly worthy of the praise that the rats gathering around the stubs of my legs give it.
In fact, she did come back. And in fact, she is sitting in front of me and to the left a bit, though facing in a different direction and interacting in a universe distant from my own.
That moment when you told me, as you were taking your cosmetic apparati from the draws and shelves that 'I'm not coming back'.
Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.
You told me that were we not together, you'd never have another man in your life. That was a few days ago. And this morning - or rather noontime - you leave me suddenly. What am I supposed to feel? How can I feel? HOW THE FUCK CAN I FEEL?
Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.
I fell asleep last night listening to the sound of my receding hearing. Sleeps steals away each of your senses, replacing them each with hallucinations vomited up from an inner rage.
Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.
There must be speculative fiction out there considering an alternate reality in which agriculture as we know it did not happen and how "technology" evolved differently.
I've always been gone for a day.
I noticed today that the young boys on skating apparati always move off the sidewalk for incoming walkers. The young girls never do? Telling or cherry-picking?
After violently wresting seeds from avocados, I'd toss them onto the wooden floor for Molly to chase, bat about and ultimately lose in one of the shadowed rincones of the Logroño flat.
Each living human awakes alone, the last human on earth. Actually, each human has been placed in a separate "parallel universe". The borders between these universes are thinner than we are used to.
When using the bathroom at the optometrist and noticing the sign that reads "Do not flush feminine products", I had a vision of an old man furiously flushing again and again a toilet in which was a teenage girl's severed head.
I have a patch bay for my emotions.
My friend Christian has a cleft nostril.
Humans don't really like one another.There is just very wide range of tolerence.
Humans treat those close to them (family / understanding friends) with less respect than those more distant for two reasons:
1. It is understood that the former will get over it regardless.
2. Humans are in general too concerned about what the latter think of them.
Amusingly, one of the things I missed terribly this morning about my ex-home in logroño was washing the dishes there.
A person can only ever love another on his own terms. Or her own terms. Or its own terms. A cat, however, a person can love unconditionally.
Would ot bewise to purchase all 20+ fuzz pedals from Basic Audio?
To be eliminated. It's the proper way.
Some people buy new toys or electronic gadgets or table games or troqueles to fill the emptiness and stagnation that endless routine creates. Others move to the other side of the Earth and begin new and sometimes completely alien routines.
I fell asleep last night listening to Köhntahrkösz Part 1.
Sweet Entropy plays along the undercurrents of these weeks.
Someone is shooting a film at Hroch's farm. I can't wait to see it.
Jeníček cannot recall the names of the hospody, cafés nor of the restaurants that we attended throughout epochs and epochs.
Numbers 13 & 14 - two long, meandering improvs in two days. Life is very unlike a caterwauling bovine. https://faircamp.thurk.org/lilting-ululations/ #ambient #DroneMusic #AmbientGuitar #synth
Soon, the SYNTRX II will experience sonic goopiness through the Make Noise QPAS.
How long can one play arpeggios over a Db7 chord before one becomes an amoeboid automation?
Lapsang Souchong with hazlenut "milk". A scrumptious start to the hazy morning.
The formerly twtxt feed is now taken wholly from Nostr - specifically my relay at nostr.thurk.org. I've yet to implement search. I must decide if I want to use a cached version or just fetch the feed anew each time. For a keyword search, this appears to be the only way. For timestamp ranges, filters as described in NIP01 could be used. If I tagged each post in some custom way, Nostr tags could also be used. It's something to ponder.
Can I fetch and parse this nostr feed from my Elixir "app"? I suspect so, but testing is a good thing.