Carve the following statement in a block of granite and display it where everyone can see; underground material belongs underground. When it becomes mainstream, it betrays its own nature, and is reduced to a disposable pretense.
Category Archives: Faint Signals
Recipes For Resentment
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Explanations for Myself
This morning, while watching Dragon Ball Z for inspiration, a thought occurred to me; the majority of what I create online is based around me attempting to explain myself. Not necessarily a good or bad thing, just a thought.
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Zilch Horizon
I useta think Night Shift with Michael Keaton was a good movie, and I useta think “Night Shift” by The Commodores was a good song. As a kid I couldn’t understand why they weren’t combined.
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Anything Goes
One of the true joys of being an older man is articulating with sincere awe about magnificent women who cannot be had, with other men. It may not even be unique to older men; it can probably be applied to adult heterosexual males overall. I just happen to be an old guy.
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Prick
Thirty years ago, I was working behind the counter at a mall Blockbuster Music store. As assistant manager, I got to pore over all the promo stuff fresh from the mailbox. One morning, this included a teaser sheet from Interscope for an album called, for real, “Prick”.
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Guts & How To Hate Them
There’s a lot about the world that art school doesn’t teach you, even if you attended before the Great Intellectual Shutdown, when identity politics rendered almost every college and university illegitimate. But one thing in particular stands out, a lesson only learned with time, and the wisdom that comes with trying and failing.
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Instantaneous Disadvantages
Are you ready for some cosmic truths? I mean are you ready to get your mind totally blown out the wazoo? Then buckle up, buttercup! Here we go!
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No Force Required
Most people don’t know this about me, but I have a sixth sense regarding show people. Meaning, when you find out that an actor, actress or performer is an absolute degenerate piece of shit, I already knew from the first time I laid eyes on them, even if it was forty or more years ago.
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Out Of Print
Imagine yourself at nineteen years old. You walk down the block on a sunny Sunday afternoon to the green metal newspaper vending machine on the corner. You slide shiny silver coins into the slot on the top, pull down the oven-like door, and retrieve a newspaper from inside. With me so far?
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Death of the Cool
True confession time; this may shock you, coming from someone who has collected toys and used computers since grade school, but I have never, ever been thought of as “cool”. When I was a young man, I might have fantasized about being a “cool guy”, but the reality never clicked. I’m more of an awkward misfit, or a borderline “nerd”. It doesn’t bother me. I accept who I am, and my place in society.
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