207. Alert to singer/songwriters: There is a difference between haunting and annoying.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
Certainly, artists, there could be nothing conformist about your modernism. Ditto for shallow, for academic, for fallacious, for insincere, for monotonous,….
Nelson Poindexter, Corpuscular Aesthetics.
Friendly: I hope that you are enjoying your afternoon, and I hope that there are many more to come. Unfriendly: I have no wish to engage with your hideous gases.
Delbert Arbogast, The Null Hypothesis and Other Stories.
Regardless of where one goes on the internet, one finds oneself draped in advertising. (What is the internet, actually? Who is asking this today?)
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
“Where is the world? Right now! Where?” It is in the palm of your hand. Just look down a little, and to the left a little.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
Just because one is a revolutionary does not mean that one is revolting. At least not necessarily.
Theodore Gaddis, Permanent Upheaval.
When asked to characterize the internet with a single word, Guy Nearing said this: “inescapable.”
Jackson Currothers III, The View From the Cauldron.
What does he detest? (1) Art galleries and (2) contemporary art. And (3) contemporary artists, of course. Oh, yes, and (4) himself for being one.
Aleister Wainwright, Odd Droppings.
You must change your routines. Of course, this entails two distinct perplexities: (1) discovering your routines and then (2) resisting the urge to become fascinated by them.
Max Podbellion, The Polymer Way.
…but when will people say how embarrassed they are by the internet?
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
