if you procrastinate and let enough enough distinct but interdependent tasks build up the world starts to look and feel like a william blake painting
In case anyone's curious:
Image 1: "The Circle of the Lustful: Francesca di Rimini" from Blake's illustrations of Dante's Divine Comedy
Image 2: "The Body of Abel Found by Adam and Eve", standalone panel painting
Image 3: "Nebuchadnezzar," standalone print
Image 4: "Satan Smiting Job With Boils" from Blake's illustrations of the biblical Book of Job
Image 5: Urizen in chains from The First Book of Urizen
Dang @bill-blake-fans-anonymous you were quick on the draw with those facts
a depressing thing about hollywood is that the actors are still coked up and malnourished and emotionally abused but they can’t even dance like they did in the 1950s. like oh wow you’re gonna write, direct, and star in an eight-episode humorless comedy miniseries about the most difficult breakup of your life where you come to terms with the fact that you were partially to blame and love wasn’t enough to save you???? sooo cool. can you backflip off a wall three times? can you do fourteen hours of takes while having aluminum paint directly on your body? fucking dunces.
it is. sincerely really weird that 2016 nostalgia is a trend. like i knew this day would come but not for specifically 2016. the meme that year was about how this was the worst year ever for most people
Vinyl records are circular because it's an efficient use of space: the grooves that encode the music are laid out in a spiral on the disc, so that the needle only has to move as far as the disc's radius to read the entire thing. Before this clever idea was thought of, the grooves were instead laid out in a straight line, and every LP was a narrow rectangle more than a thousand feet long. To flip an album to side b at least two people were needed, one at each end, coordinating via shouted instructions.
when i was 18 i used to go to plant parenthood for my testosterone with my mom and the protesters outside would yell at me like i was there helping my mom get an abortion
imagining we both walk in but then my mom leaves alone
I love thinking I'm a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn't name five hater bands.
















