electric-cereal
electric-cereal:

Oddity by Stephen Michael McDowell
"He’d dated and fucked and loved a few people. Had kissed them goodbye. Had moved through space like well-meaning oblivion. He’d come to see most myths as old forests. Most people as stalwart monotheists-of-self. He’d shared in confidence pictures of his dick. In public, his contorted face. On social media, his mangled thoughts. It had all been an unseen mirage of just some thing passing. Like fuel into exhaust. Like meat into sausage. Like food into shit. Séamus had wanted to fight things but was unsure what for. He’d concluded he was just the toroidal vortex the dolphin of his consciousness was absently bobbling. He’d wanted to love more. Love Marina, if possible."
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electric-cereal:

Oddity by Stephen Michael McDowell

"He’d dated and fucked and loved a few people. Had kissed them goodbye. Had moved through space like well-meaning oblivion. He’d come to see most myths as old forests. Most people as stalwart monotheists-of-self. He’d shared in confidence pictures of his dick. In public, his contorted face. On social media, his mangled thoughts. It had all been an unseen mirage of just some thing passing. Like fuel into exhaust. Like meat into sausage. Like food into shit. Séamus had wanted to fight things but was unsure what for. He’d concluded he was just the toroidal vortex the dolphin of his consciousness was absently bobbling. He’d wanted to love more. Love Marina, if possible."

read story here

neatomosquitoshow

comfortable

neatomosquitoshow:

think about the mould youʼre inhaling
if it hasnʼt killed you yet, it surely never will
it doesnʼt have the fucking guts

put it off for another day
youʼll call them tomorrow and ask about the job
they wonʼt answer and youʼll be relieved

wear the same underwear again
do laundry this weekend; is it really that bad?
comfortable in your filth

nothing can hurt you if you never get out of bed
except for bedsores
and starvation
_
Ashley

http://fuckhabitat.tumblr.com/

themarbleroom

Reader Profile: Nathan Masserang

themarbleroom:

Nathan Masserang co-edits and curates the online queer literary magazine Gayng. He has written several ebooks, the most recent of which, Ellen Degeneres, was published via Habitat Press. His work is peppered about the internet. He lives in Chicago.

Check out some of Nathan Masserang’s work here or here or here. He is everywhere. He is awesome. He is right behind you. He has a poem in his hand and he knows how to use it.  

noglykon

noglykon:

REALITY HANDS 6

 Alexandra Naughton

Cherubshithead

Nathan Masserang

William Lessard

Josh Spilker

Alexandra Wuest

Dave Wright 

No Glykon

Wyatt Sparks

Manuel Arturo Abreu

http://realityhands.com/issue-6-3/

arbitrarynewsandreview

An Open Letter To Those Who Have Attempted to Fuck With My Mother Fucking Clique, by Stephen Michael McDowell

arbitrarynewsandreview:

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I think Stephen Michael McDowell is a fantastic author/artist. His New Hive pieces, which range from critical essays to aesthetic design to collage to video poetry, are some of the best I’ve seen on that platform. Mammal has always been so well-curated, and I’m not sure it’s still an active thing, but I really hope it is. The Book of Philosophical Sexts, cowritten by the late Victoria Sélavy, is one of my all-time favorite ebooks. So, I’m clearly an annoying fan. Like, I messaged McDowell like last week to say that I love his work and he seemed kind of surprised and was really sweet and sent me a rose emoji (his trademark.) It was a nice interaction.

This is a very interesting ebook. It has snapchat screenshots and collages and text. There are lots of photos of the author, which makes the reading experience very personal and intimate. I felt like he was telling all of these lines directly to me.

Here’s a piece I liked a lot:

"every girl i’ve ever dated

has been a scorpio

i’d been too busy

eating kale by the fistful

to fucking notice.”

I like this for a variety of reasons. One, I’m a Scorpio, and two, I love kale, but three (and this is the most important reason), it’s because it reveals something about the nature of human interaction, how we look for patterns after-the-fact and miss out on all the illustrious details of our own lives because we’re so wrapped up in our own shit.

There are also photos of McDowell and his friends, and these are sweet, like looking through someone’s photo album. He clearly loves these people, and that makes me so happy. It’s so easy to be callous and pretend that the people in your life don’t matter. But they totally do.

What I really love about this ebook is the balance between genuine affection and emotion, and irreverent, funny asides. It possesses a subtle melancholy, but also a playfulness, containing both the personal and the interactive. It feels like being alone, and it feels like being together. It feels like when you’re in a crowd of people you love but you can’t stop playing the same few lines of a stupid song in your head, so even though you want to be present, and even though you are present to some extent, there’s still this careful reminder that everyone lives inside themselves.

You can buy it to read here: http://habitat-ebooks.blogspot.com

cuttyspot

cuttyspot:

[JOHN MORTARA VIDEO INTERVIEW RESPONSE]

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john mortara made a beautiful creative video response for the questions i sent him

i am super happy about this

he overlays his voice over video clips of wilmington, north carolina

he talks about being in love & being out of love

he overlays his voice over scenes from the 1982 animated fantasy film The Last Unicorn

he talks about writing about this movie

he talks about meeting people on the internet who he’s never met irl

he talks about creating websites manually

check out his ebook if you like me i like you too?

website

his voicemail poems project

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here are my favorite moments from the video:

'I wish I could write more unicorn poems […] I haven't written any in a while, probably because I'm not in love anymore. I also get bored easily.'

'I'm not the kind of person who enjoys waiting for things to happen'

'The last record I purchased is this new Circle Takes the Square album. Their music has been very good for my writing – I will never understand why.'

'The internet has been very good to me. I think I am a part of its generation that matured as the internet itself was maturing. I felt like we were part of the web's growth & it was very healthy & very free for a long time. The other night I told my friend that I am afraid that the internet we grew up with is vanishing rapidly […] My main gripe is that I'm tired of being sold things based on arbitrary interpretations of my data. I am also tired of web services not collaborating & growing with their users like they used to.'

'Feel like the human brain is powerful enough to convince itself of nearly anything. Like you can just choose to believe that the world is awesome & it will be awesome. Or you can believe the world is terrible & it will be terrible. Like, how I keep telling myself that I'm not in love anymore.”

altlitgossip
vicemag:

The Tao of Terence: Beyond “Existentialism”
I learned of Terence McKenna (1946-2000) on September 14, 2012, when I was 29 years old. It was the day after I had completed the main final draft of Taipei, my first book to include psychedelics and which ends with a scene in which a character wonders if he has died after eating psilocybin mushrooms. I was in my room, zombielike and depressed after a period of time embodying a “whatever it takes” attitude regarding amphetamine use and completing my book. I had somewhat randomly clicked a YouTube video in which Joe Rogan (whom I was vaguely aware of as the host of Fear Factor, the TV show, a long time ago) was aggressively, excitedly talking about DMT, a neurotransmitter-like, illegal, psychedelic compound found in human (and other animal) brains and in at least ~50 species of plants worldwide. I did not have firsthand experience with DMT at the time, and had only read about it online.
At one point Joe Rogan began referencing someone in a “if you think I sound crazy, listen to this other guy” manner. He was talking about Terence McKenna, a person who would smoke DMT and, after ~15 seconds, without fail, find himself in an “unanticipated dimension” infested with “self-transforming machine elves”—also called “fractal elves,” “self-dribbling jeweled basketballs,” or “little self-transforming tykes”—that spoke English and a kind of visible language while jumping into and out of his body, “running around chirping and singing.” These entities, which McKenna described in a word as “zany,” were maybe either “dead people” in “an ecology of souls,” “human beings from the distant future,” or things with their own hopes, fears, problems that inhabit a parallel universe.
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vicemag:

The Tao of Terence: Beyond “Existentialism”

I learned of Terence McKenna (1946-2000) on September 14, 2012, when I was 29 years old. It was the day after I had completed the main final draft of Taipei, my first book to include psychedelics and which ends with a scene in which a character wonders if he has died after eating psilocybin mushrooms. I was in my room, zombielike and depressed after a period of time embodying a “whatever it takes” attitude regarding amphetamine use and completing my book. I had somewhat randomly clicked a YouTube video in which Joe Rogan (whom I was vaguely aware of as the host of Fear Factor, the TV show, a long time ago) was aggressively, excitedly talking about DMT, a neurotransmitter-like, illegal, psychedelic compound found in human (and other animal) brains and in at least ~50 species of plants worldwide. I did not have firsthand experience with DMT at the time, and had only read about it online.

At one point Joe Rogan began referencing someone in a “if you think I sound crazy, listen to this other guy” manner. He was talking about Terence McKenna, a person who would smoke DMT and, after ~15 seconds, without fail, find himself in an “unanticipated dimension” infested with “self-transforming machine elves”—also called “fractal elves,” “self-dribbling jeweled basketballs,” or “little self-transforming tykes”—that spoke English and a kind of visible language while jumping into and out of his body, “running around chirping and singing.” These entities, which McKenna described in a word as “zany,” were maybe either “dead people” in “an ecology of souls,” “human beings from the distant future,” or things with their own hopes, fears, problems that inhabit a parallel universe.

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beachsloth
altlitgossip:

there’s a great interview on HTMLGIANT with the one and only Beach Sloth:
What is Beach Sloth? Why was this alias created? What is your slothy purpose?
Beach Sloth is my way of interpreting the culture I see created online every single day.
I created Beach Sloth after a series of really strange events began to happen in my life. None of them were bad but I was feeling a little bit too comfortable with the daily routines I was going through. Hence Beach Sloth kind of served as a challenge to me to engage more with the world (and Beach Sloth as a project continues to challenge me with a near-endless stream of work).
My purpose is to support others and have others support each other. If that happens I am happy.
read the interview here

altlitgossip:

there’s a great interview on HTMLGIANT with the one and only Beach Sloth:

What is Beach Sloth? Why was this alias created? What is your slothy purpose?

Beach Sloth is my way of interpreting the culture I see created online every single day.

I created Beach Sloth after a series of really strange events began to happen in my life. None of them were bad but I was feeling a little bit too comfortable with the daily routines I was going through. Hence Beach Sloth kind of served as a challenge to me to engage more with the world (and Beach Sloth as a project continues to challenge me with a near-endless stream of work).

My purpose is to support others and have others support each other. If that happens I am happy.

read the interview here