oct 25 in idea barrages

The price of a hit song is you have to play it 200 times a year every year the rest of your life. Hopefully your hit will at least be something tossed-off & stupid. If it’s your life’s work you poured your heart & soul into, get ready to hate it with all your being, soon enough.

What they don’t tell you about driving through the Southwest is that, eventually, every mesa just looks like the top of a Pizza Hut.

Convince someone that you can cure their venereal disease homeopathically by waving your hands around and saying “Crab-ra-cadabra!”

this is your fortune
an empty fortune cookie
you get to decide

A place that used to feel like a borderland, that used to feel like a hazy overlap between, that now feels distinct, concrete, bereft of possibility. That feeling of a phantom liminality.

A video game about Charlie Brown’s love-life called RED-HEAD REDEMPTION.

They could’ve called 90 DAY FIANCEE “Fail-Order Bride”. They could’ve but they didn’t.

The best insult possible at a cider mill is “Hey! Johnny Assholeseed!”