HEH[5:44:21 PM]: so when are you going to hang out with this exodus mystery person ———————- SEB[5:45:26 PM]: i don’t know ———————- SEB[5:45:31 PM]: it’s this chick named Veon ———————- SEB[5:45:37 PM]: she was with her boyfriend there ———————- HEH[5:45:37 PM]: name?! ———————- SEB[5:45:40 PM]: one night when i played ———————- SEB[5:45:46 PM]: yeah, she’s black. ———————-
"I forget where, but I once heard a definition of the self as a set of overlapping images - I imagined it a series of similar forms, but maybe with slightly different colors and shapes. All these images are the different versions of ourselves that we present to different people - one version for this group, one version for the next. And one possible definition of happiness is getting all those images to align, as closely as possible, into one bright whole, so that your self-image and your external images are no longer divorced.
What is identity except for an image that we choose for ourselves?
Pretentiousness is a risk, but it’s never as dangerous as staying silent….
—Elaine’s facebook comments on Reece’s Personal Notes #1
i sit here shooting blanks out at emptiness ain’t nothing that i want to kill maybe time i guess i sit and spin the world on its flipside and i listen backwards for meaning cause i’m a stick man i live with one dimension dead try not to think too many moves ahead
i draw from memory the stillest kind of life slide after slide we don’t paint it’s the sharpest knife project what’s done for everyone to see to me it’s just a reversal and i’m a stickman frames they go one by one if i sped it up you’d see i’m on the run from some monster off screen killing sons
lonely makes me blue envy turns me green hate might paint me red if i load my magazine
but not just now when it’s easy to stay clean when no no one sees when you’re bleeding and i’m a stick man stick man.
"Think about that the next time you text, or tweet, or plug in those ear buds. Then get down on your knees and thank God or Buddha or whatever it is you pray to for the simple gift, which we exercise too seldom, of being able to turn the damned things off. And then, if you are so moved, plug yourself back in to your electronic interface and start researching story possibilities. Did you know, for instance, that some of the same wonder drugs that allow people with serious mental illness to function come with serious, life-shortening side effects? That, in effect, these drugs, as effective as they can be, sometimes force people to confront a cruel choice: psychosis or morbid obesity? Those stories, and many more, are out there. But I do not believe you will find them on Twitter."