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Welcome to Lost in Mist: A Collection of Outrageous Magical Objects [fusing together the poetic, memetic, and programming senses of ‘objects’] !💥 !💥 ! This is your world and also our world, beautiful, incredible, tragic, ever-evolving, ordinary and yet transcendent, where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence.

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    sits and stares at screen jealously irritating sitting on armrest

  • Give us dirty politicians

    Give us dirty politicians – Elizabeth Day for The Guardian I have to say I have been heartily irritated by the puritanical response to Rob Ford’s admission of drug and alcohol use. I don’t live in Toronto, of course, but according to this author the man still has a higher approval rating than the british…

  • on todays headlines (navy yard shooter)

    “SHOOTER HEARD VOICES”. Not relevant, sorry. Lots of people hear voices. I hear voices sometimes. Maybe it belongs in the article But not in 72-point bold capitals on the front page to headline. It just doesn’t matter. And you’re increasing the interesting stigmas I face on a daily basis. Bastard journalist/ newspaper editor. Asses. (as i…

  • A Less-Noticed, More-Influential Reason Writers Write: To Talk

    A Less-Noticed, More-Influential Reason Writers Write: To Talk The human desire for conversation often gets left out of the discussion about how the Internet has empowered amateur writers. NOAH BERLATSKYJUN 12 2013, 4:04 PM ET

  • Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is

    Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is A recent speech at Yale inadvertently sums up what’s wrong with the art form these days: Its gatekeepers believe poetry matters because it’s poetry, not because of what it says. NOAH BERLATSKYSEP 12 2013, 7:30 AM ET

  • Disembodied from Earth

    amber sparks imitation / automatic writing – to-edit-2020 initially the ramp went sideways There was no time. We weren’t there. No one was. No one ever had been. Our pieces fell into place but there was nowhere to go. We were lost. Lost without our human bodies. Tearing of faces, tearing of hair except that…

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