fast-machine:

went to see Kid Rock at this county fair in western michigan last night…realized while there how many fake fucks with two or three university degrees pretend to care about auto workers, fast food workers, military vets, etc etc…yet would never want to be in the same space with them. like, at a Kid Rock concert. or a county fair. and instead make fun of Kid Rock and his audience. and instead are ‘embarrassed’ by things like living in brooklyn and owning a closet-sized washer and dryer, and eat quinoa, and write sentences that can only be understood by the top 1% of ‘intellectuals.’
last night i realized i never want to leave the midwest. 


Midwest 4 lyfe

fast-machine:

went to see Kid Rock at this county fair in western michigan last night…realized while there how many fake fucks with two or three university degrees pretend to care about auto workers, fast food workers, military vets, etc etc…yet would never want to be in the same space with them. like, at a Kid Rock concert. or a county fair. and instead make fun of Kid Rock and his audience. and instead are ‘embarrassed’ by things like living in brooklyn and owning a closet-sized washer and dryer, and eat quinoa, and write sentences that can only be understood by the top 1% of ‘intellectuals.’

last night i realized i never want to leave the midwest. 

Midwest 4 lyfe

things i thought while vaguely asleep

dreamed had 6 dogs named after common curse words, introduced them to friend saying “this is shit, this is ass, this is fuck, this is [etc]”

"the earth will end & everything will be forgotten" is a sentence i wake up with stuck in my head like a song that makes me act/be calm/kind

deutschland is an incredible name for a country i will be in in ~36 hours or for my next dog

everyone who is awake and not me rn is drunk or going to work

art installation where i gather several million humans into close quarters & make us all go to sleep simultaneously

feel like something insane or amazing or both would happen if everyone on the planet went to bed simultaneously

remembered that ludacris song where he says “go to sleep ho!” but imagined it being directed at the gardening tool

lines from songs that i think about a lot recently include “look out the world’s destroying you, relax it isn’t fair” & “nothing means nothing, everything is fleeting, don’t get used to it”

thepeoplesrecord:

Columbia student will carry her mattress until her rapist exits school
September 2, 2014

While most students at Columbia University will spend the first day of classes carrying backpacks and books, Emma Sulkowicz will start her semester on Tuesday with a far heavier burden. The senior plans on carrying an extra-long, twin-size mattress across the quad and through each New York City building – to every class, every day – until the man she says raped her moves off campus.

“I was raped in my own bed,” Sulkowicz told me the other day, as she was gearing up to head back to school in this, the year American colleges are finally, supposedly, ready to do something about sexual assault. “I could have taken my pillow, but I want people to see how it weighs down a person to be ignored by the school administration and harassed by police.”

Sulkowicz is one of three women who made complaints to Columbia against the same fellow senior, who was found “not responsible” in all three cases. She also filed a police report, but Sulkowicz was treated abysmally – by the cops, and by a Columbia disciplinary panel so uneducated about the scourge of campus violence that one panelist asked how it was possible to be anally raped without lubrication.

So Sulkowicz joined a federal complaint in April over Columbia’s mishandling of sexual misconduct cases, and she will will hoist that mattress on her shoulders as part savvy activism, part performance art. “The administration can end the piece, by expelling him,” she says, “or he can, by leaving campus.”

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As painful as I know the constant reminder of attending school with her rapist must be, I’m glad she won’t be the only one forced to remember. I hope the rapist drops out immediately…or better yet, I hope he faces the justice he deserves. 

imptnt

(via chelseadirck)

Copley, Ohio

Bump lit a bottle rocket lightly draped in his back jean pocket and when it took off, flying out in a scream of birth, he jumped a little. Maybe to help send it off, maybe to pull back his own body, which had been wanting to get out of this world where it had to be a body, where this world was always-already this world. Any amount of time able to be understood as any other amount of time: second as epoch, perspective allowing. Each birth mimicrying a former one. Sloppy miscegenation of chemicals; curving parabola of ostensible narratives; final hurrah of black dust; which could be called a caving-carving inward, an emptying of intention/fluids/electricity, an abandoning shell of used-up-ness, a cooling, ultimately. The warmth slowly leaking, temperature-less husk of once-being collapsed in a lawn.

helped make this physical object called book  /  am truly excited it exists / endless gratitude to the world for allowing such things to exist / for the unending litany of things / moments / learnings that brought me to my current moment sitting / at my kitchen table typing this / words other humans taught me / teachers / parents / insanity / wrong doings / coffee / the gentle ones / ephemerality / mallory for the words / words for the mallory / mallory for amazing & beautiful / mallory for words she wrote / placed in a computer program designed & maintained by multitudes of other humans we’ll never meet / the printing place their sales rep / her candor & exclamation mark overuse / the ups delivery guys who my dog barked at like they were ending his map / or the map of one he loved / all the love we mask fail to communicate / try and go red faced / everything / nothing / something / glowing

helped make this physical object called book  /  am truly excited it exists / endless gratitude to the world for allowing such things to exist / for the unending litany of things / moments / learnings that brought me to my current moment sitting / at my kitchen table typing this / words other humans taught me / teachers / parents / insanity / wrong doings / coffee / the gentle ones / ephemerality / mallory for the words / words for the mallory / mallory for amazing & beautiful / mallory for words she wrote / placed in a computer program designed & maintained by multitudes of other humans we’ll never meet / the printing place their sales rep / her candor & exclamation mark overuse / the ups delivery guys who my dog barked at like they were ending his map / or the map of one he loved / all the love we mask fail to communicate / try and go red faced / everything / nothing / something / glowing

If we really knew how unhappy it was making this whole planet that we all try to avoid pain and seek pleasure⎯how that is making us so miserable and cutting us off from our basic goodness⎯then we would practice as if our hair were on fire. There wouldn’t be any question of thinking we have a lot of time and we can do this later.

Pema Chödrön, Comfortable with Uncertainty