june 21 in idea barrages

An excerpt from Quentonian Rhapsody: he’s just a toe boy, that’s what he must see, HE’S JUST A TOE BOY, FROM A TOE FAMILY, AUDITION TIME, YOU MUST SHOW HIM YOUR FEET, FAR BEYOND KINK, IT’S A MONSTROSITY

Maybe a donut, possibly a sandwich roll, they’re Vaguels.

I just realized that if I could possibly watch Hotel Transylvania long enough to write it, it could spur a great parody of Hotel California.

(to the tune of Call Me Maybe) This is the cockpit, we’re crashing surely, so find a pilot, don’t call me Shirley.

Laughter is the best medicine, other than actual medicine, but this is America, we can’t afford medicine so we may as well laugh.

Why call it “Old Navy” when you can call it “Suburban Outfitters”?

The Muse is a grift, automatic writing a grift, all the times an artist pretends they’re just a gifted shaman, it’s a grift, never buy it. It’s craft & it’s work. They put themselves up on a pedestal to sell the rubes something. Art is craft, is practice, is time, is grind.

Two young assistants need to get their boss’ corpse to a corporate pseudo-arts festival to unlock his ill-gotten cryptomillions for their own in WEEKEND AT BURNING MAN’S.