Creepy Quote of the Day #5: Meatsack

"...And that tingling marionette on the nervous strings,

And that chunky comet tail attached to my thoughts,

And this needy meat sack attached to my brain,

known by some as a body."

- Anonymous

Excerpt of the Day #2: Moonwalking + Gliding: Flashback to the 80’s, 90’s and Forever Seminar Meetup Event

"Let's make an advertisement for a dance seminar. We'll create a Facebook ad for Moonwalking + Gliding: Flashback to the 80’s, 90’s and Forever Seminar Meetup Event. And we'll make a Youtube channel with our ads. And Let's make a deadpan promotional video, of us [overweight white senior citizens] trying to moonwalk and failing, but carrying on as though it were something we could do well enough to teach. And we'll send it to [our ethnic minority breakdancing friends], inviting them to attend."
"Good idea."
"Shall we do it? Would they get the joke? Do we have the free time?"
"I think they'd only be perplexed and unsettled."
"It is a bit arcane, isn't it?"
"It's just us."

Creepy Quote of the Day #4: Sensational Grief

The grid, the social matrix that is woven by the beehive hum of digital empires that are building the tapesty of media through which we perceive life - it never even lets go for even that brief instant when you fool yourself into believing you a breaking out of it and responding sincerely to the departure of a loved one - but even then, you are in the throes of some grotesque marionettes dance of artifice in which you are an actor playing the scripted role of a grief dance that you've seen on a thousand soap operas.

She is self-consciously, with great contrivance, going through the ministrations of grieving. With great contrivance, acting out her own little grief dance, grappling for the spotlight, Warhol's promise of 15 minutes, and everyone is clamouring for it with their greedy little claws - at every wedding and birth and funeral. I remember this kid who died at our highschool. A football star, but still a kid who loved animals, always had time for everyone, never stopped smiling. And there it is again. All the cheerleaders competing to outdemonstrativelygrieve one another. To endure all of these charlatans - these cheerleaders who never really knew the warmth and humanity that that boy had in his 18 years of life on the planet - he was a warm individual - even I liked him - and we all had to endure the grotesque spectacle of every cheerleader participating in the contest to outgrieve the others - brownie points if you ever made out with or fucked him - that lends some badge of authenticity to your emotional distress.

Excerpt of the Day #1: Moon Face

I paint my eyes to make them tiny and mean.

I drag the liner across my eyelids, setting my eye shape to tiny and mean.

In the cracked, clouded mirror, my eyes stare at themselves. I drag the liner across the lids, shaping my eyes tiny and mean.

In the cracked, clouded mirror, my eyes stare at themselves. My hand drags the liner across the lids, shaping my eyes tiny and mean, smudging in the angles. Without it, I am cute and blank as a doll.

I want to look as awful as I feel.

I want to look as deadly as I feel, but I am 5'5" and my moon round face is pillow soft.

I lie and say I'm 5'7".

I shave my eyebrows and drew them on at a slant.

I pierced everything you could stick a needle in.

And I still can't say no.

Creepy Quote of the Day #3: That's Called Dying

Then he said, "Why don't we watch a movie?"
and I said, "I'm sleepy. Why are you still awake?"
"Why are you so sleepy?!"
"Because it's one o'clock. And I can't breathe."
"That's not 'sleepy', that's called dying!"

Urban | Urbane #2

Urbane Statement: "It’s easy to mistakenly perceive her as the disenfranchised lost soul attached to the wrong guy (in a gang, sloppy, bitchmade, hound dog face) but it may be that she’s with exactly the right guy, and but for her middle class upbringing and princess status in the family, she’d be just another ruca from the barrio acting out slowmotion R&B music videos in the bedroom, feeling like a rich backup dancer in skimpy gold lame."
Urban Translation: "She’s just a bank account from ratchet"

Creepy Quote of the Day #2: Housekeeping

"I didn't even think the drugs were still good. I just found them and ate them. It was sort of a weird form of housekeeping."

-Anonymous