may 26 in idea barrages

I’m here to do two things, have sex and change the world, and I’m possessed of a frustratingly long refractory period.

A comedy act called “Yakov Smirnov’s Grandson Jacob Smith” and you say things like “in late stage capitalism, media consumes YOU!”

It’s Halloween beach season! Pums out, bums out!

I would definitely keep telling Peter Parker that I knew he was Daredevil, just to mess with him

Tonight’s epiphany: only thing I love more than my own art is my friends’ art.

To be fair to Speculum Cable, if you didn’t go to Utah or Florida and you care about a college football game between those schools in August, your gambling addiction is ruining your life and it’s probably best that you have a break, even if it’s for all the wrong reasons.

I don’t know what Weird Ken would’ve looked like but I kinda wanna figure out if I could do that costume for Halloween in a way that I could make obvious to anyone who saw it.

But if all you do is rage against the dying of the light, if that’s the only thing you ever do, then you’re never reveling in or praising the ecstatic wonder of the light you still got, if you never bask in that little glow you’re fighting for so and the darkness just wins twice.