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pls dont ever apologize to me for anything ever again for the rest of ur life by Elizabeth Foster and Stephen Michael McDowell

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Elizabeth Foster and Stephen Michael McDowell are two Arbitrary News and Review all-stars. These are people with voices, people not to be ignored. The fact that they made an ebook on New Hive together is one of the truest delights of Summer 2014. 

Each piece is titled after a different astronomical sequence, which I think has something to do with galaxies or solar systems, I’m not sure, I didn’t do very well in astronomy. Mentions of the universe and space are common in this ebook, and each reference is stunningly sincere and vast, but a unique kind of vastness. It’s a vastness that does not forget the intimate smallness of individual life, a vastness that exists only because of tiny little moments which feel overwhelmingly powerful.

Such as: 

"the universe wont ever forget our 1st kiss
even when & if our finities do will themselves to”

Something else I got out of this ebook is the idea that everything is united on an atomic level. I could possibly be projecting, because it’s something I believe in, but there is an overarching theme, one that threads together the elements that form all matter. But this theme is approached uniquely, because there always remains an acknowledgment of the self as a distinct entity. Everything is one, everything is not one. It’s a paradox, and I like it.

This ebook could not exist without the internet. I mean, like, literally, ebooks exist online, but also, like, things like the act of deleting emails and visiting Wikipedia are integral to this text. Also Snapchat. And wifi. And there’s heavy usage of “u” and “ur” and even “ngl” once or twice. I like all of this. It’s modern, and an ebook lends itself to modernity. It’s good to know that a book like this could only exist right now, and at no other time in history. It makes it special.

Read this ebook after a quick trip to the planetarium. You went to the planetarium because you wanted to have an extreme experience, and when you got there and saw the crowds, you were initially disheartened, but then you went in the seats and felt like James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause and saw all the fake stars and then everything was ok.

You can read it here.

beachsloth
beachsloth:

I spent two weeks with a famous person and all I got was severe depression and a penchant for cocaine by Hannah Van Arsdale
                Ah yes any trip to meet a special someone is going to be odd. The levels between the two are impossible to even out. By traveling a great distance from coast to coast to meet an online someone there is going to be moments of pure weird. Online a person can edit their interaction think twice about what they are going to do. With the offline lifestyle an individual cannot hide behind a computer screen. Souls are impossible to hide offline. Habits, the messy ones, the ones that have a person wear the exact same outfit every day, those are tough to break. 
                Guests are supposed to feel welcome. It is perfectly normal. A host needs to cater to their needs. Doing so is relatively difficult however. Oftentimes guests develop strange habits. For a guest a new exciting habit might be enjoying delicious lemonade, having a heaping bowl of Special K, and developing a penchant for cocaine. Thanks to the mass commoditization movement all of these requests can be catered to and more. Economically sound the world’s economy relies upon this kind of spending, the kind where it begs people to please consume for the sake of everyone. Unfortunately such spending has to reduce expenses elsewhere hence the need for roommates. 
                Sex happens. Life is sex. When a person was created that happened because of sex or less likely, some form of decanting via the Brave New World. Typically people have sex as a way to pass the time because there is so much time and it is so easy to waste it. People aren’t born with much but usually they are born with literally years ahead of them ready to simply grow older. Hence people have sex to go to sleep because sex is awesome and sex is a way to make sure there’s at least some form of exercise during the day. Sex is the ultimate sleeping aid. 
                Fuzzy details are details that have grown chest hair. Aging does that to the details growing out hair until the original intention is unclear. That is fine. Nobody really needs to remember everything and the mind does a great job of blocking out needless information. When an argument happens that is usually a great time to basically tune out. Due to the mind’s penchant for remembering the bad time (to compare them against the good) arguments linger longer than they should. Then the trip is over and the return to home happens once again, with a brief view of a person’s life left in the mind.

beachsloth:

I spent two weeks with a famous person and all I got was severe depression and a penchant for cocaine by Hannah Van Arsdale

                Ah yes any trip to meet a special someone is going to be odd. The levels between the two are impossible to even out. By traveling a great distance from coast to coast to meet an online someone there is going to be moments of pure weird. Online a person can edit their interaction think twice about what they are going to do. With the offline lifestyle an individual cannot hide behind a computer screen. Souls are impossible to hide offline. Habits, the messy ones, the ones that have a person wear the exact same outfit every day, those are tough to break. 

                Guests are supposed to feel welcome. It is perfectly normal. A host needs to cater to their needs. Doing so is relatively difficult however. Oftentimes guests develop strange habits. For a guest a new exciting habit might be enjoying delicious lemonade, having a heaping bowl of Special K, and developing a penchant for cocaine. Thanks to the mass commoditization movement all of these requests can be catered to and more. Economically sound the world’s economy relies upon this kind of spending, the kind where it begs people to please consume for the sake of everyone. Unfortunately such spending has to reduce expenses elsewhere hence the need for roommates. 

                Sex happens. Life is sex. When a person was created that happened because of sex or less likely, some form of decanting via the Brave New World. Typically people have sex as a way to pass the time because there is so much time and it is so easy to waste it. People aren’t born with much but usually they are born with literally years ahead of them ready to simply grow older. Hence people have sex to go to sleep because sex is awesome and sex is a way to make sure there’s at least some form of exercise during the day. Sex is the ultimate sleeping aid. 

                Fuzzy details are details that have grown chest hair. Aging does that to the details growing out hair until the original intention is unclear. That is fine. Nobody really needs to remember everything and the mind does a great job of blocking out needless information. When an argument happens that is usually a great time to basically tune out. Due to the mind’s penchant for remembering the bad time (to compare them against the good) arguments linger longer than they should. Then the trip is over and the return to home happens once again, with a brief view of a person’s life left in the mind.

moontempleuniverse
electric-cereal:

Ghosts by Moon Temple
It’s a bad idea to become close to a writer because it hurts to know the truth about yourself. Your heart will be pierced. It becomes suffocating. At the age of eight, in the summer-time, I would swim at a swimming pool with the day-camp group my grandma paid for me to be a part of. Paid for me to get out of the house, interact with others my own age, gain useful life-lessons from the high school-aged counselors managing the camp. In the pool, the older boys would often swim up behind me, putting one hand on my head and the other around my shoulders, and dunk me. Every time felt like death. So sudden. I’d be gasping for air for a full minute after. The way other people speak about you when they don’t realize you are listening. The way other people see you. The words feel suffocating.
read story here

electric-cereal:

Ghosts by Moon Temple

It’s a bad idea to become close to a writer because it hurts to know the truth about yourself. Your heart will be pierced. It becomes suffocating. At the age of eight, in the summer-time, I would swim at a swimming pool with the day-camp group my grandma paid for me to be a part of. Paid for me to get out of the house, interact with others my own age, gain useful life-lessons from the high school-aged counselors managing the camp. In the pool, the older boys would often swim up behind me, putting one hand on my head and the other around my shoulders, and dunk me. Every time felt like death. So sudden. I’d be gasping for air for a full minute after. The way other people speak about you when they don’t realize you are listening. The way other people see you. The words feel suffocating.

read story here

beachsloth
beachsloth:

Oddity by Stephen Michael McDowell
                Initially the world comes out looking pretty badly for a while. That is the impression a child gets when they get out of childhood. Parents do an excellent job getting the filters right. Objects are colorful, buildings tall, and there is a small infinitely unaware of the world around them. Upon realization of the world there is the backlash. Everything turns ugly, coyote-ugly. For a while it hurts knowing that the beautiful world of childhood was a lie. A few people experience the world like this for literal years as they see civilization extended this way backwards and forwards in time. Negative thoughts begin to cloud judgment as the sun stays in and the sky turns gray. 
                The world does not have to be a terrible place. Yes there are awful things in the world plenty of which will never be resolved. Life is mostly unresolved. Unlike fiction where an individual knows the cutoff point and the character cast is limited there is infinite possibilities. By viewing the world in a negative light these possibilities take on darker tones. Indeed this is true. At any moment a great deal of horrible things can happen to anyone. What is remarkable about life is how rarely this happens. People remember the tragedies yet even amongst the most tragedy-filled individuals most of their lives are not tragic things. They are tender things that generally are at the very least okay. 
                Realizing the world is not a cold dark place takes time. Not everybody gets there. Positivity is an incredibly hard outlook to have when the news bombards individuals with horrible stories. This news need not be broadcast from a device. It could be something as simple as overhearing a conversation about somebody else. Such overheard sadness can dig into the soul and hurt. Life is full of hurt and the purpose of all the suffering is to appreciate when things go well. That is called hope and it has led to many people finding a salvation of sorts. 
                Life is never resolved. It is un-ending until it randomly is done with the person and the person is tossed aside to become a corpse or whatever dead people do. Perhaps the frustrating thing about life is the uncertainty. Yet when the uncertainty is seen as a positive thing as unlimited potential it can light up a life. Enlightenment happens only after very many years and some only see the light after they are dead. 

beachsloth:

Oddity by Stephen Michael McDowell

                Initially the world comes out looking pretty badly for a while. That is the impression a child gets when they get out of childhood. Parents do an excellent job getting the filters right. Objects are colorful, buildings tall, and there is a small infinitely unaware of the world around them. Upon realization of the world there is the backlash. Everything turns ugly, coyote-ugly. For a while it hurts knowing that the beautiful world of childhood was a lie. A few people experience the world like this for literal years as they see civilization extended this way backwards and forwards in time. Negative thoughts begin to cloud judgment as the sun stays in and the sky turns gray. 

                The world does not have to be a terrible place. Yes there are awful things in the world plenty of which will never be resolved. Life is mostly unresolved. Unlike fiction where an individual knows the cutoff point and the character cast is limited there is infinite possibilities. By viewing the world in a negative light these possibilities take on darker tones. Indeed this is true. At any moment a great deal of horrible things can happen to anyone. What is remarkable about life is how rarely this happens. People remember the tragedies yet even amongst the most tragedy-filled individuals most of their lives are not tragic things. They are tender things that generally are at the very least okay. 

                Realizing the world is not a cold dark place takes time. Not everybody gets there. Positivity is an incredibly hard outlook to have when the news bombards individuals with horrible stories. This news need not be broadcast from a device. It could be something as simple as overhearing a conversation about somebody else. Such overheard sadness can dig into the soul and hurt. Life is full of hurt and the purpose of all the suffering is to appreciate when things go well. That is called hope and it has led to many people finding a salvation of sorts. 

                Life is never resolved. It is un-ending until it randomly is done with the person and the person is tossed aside to become a corpse or whatever dead people do. Perhaps the frustrating thing about life is the uncertainty. Yet when the uncertainty is seen as a positive thing as unlimited potential it can light up a life. Enlightenment happens only after very many years and some only see the light after they are dead. 

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."
read story here

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/

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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.