Reality Winner: The Snowden Quantum Hangover


Andy Warhol once said that in the future, we will all be reality winners. We are in late-stage Matrix, folks—but the good news is that we’ll soon be able to seamlessly send our fellow Mac users “Applebucks” or whatever the fuck.

Our new leaker of the moment is 25-year-old Reality Leigh Winner—”Reality Winner,” not a Twitter handle but her actual fucking name. Remember those fun Edward Snowden/Snow, “Informer” syncs? Irony is dead, folks…and is there really any need for synchronicity anymore to point out that there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of by our mere philosophy?

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Wonder Woman Observations


Outside of her connections to mythology and her utterly bizarre early comic book stories, I don’t really identify a lot with Wonder Woman. It’s a very alienating feeling, especially now with this movie coming out.

And so I read something like about those “No Guys Allowed” (literally, how they are described by the promoters) Wonder Woman movie screenings—and the consequent controversy—and I feel like I don’t even have the right to comment on it.

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Observations, 5/30/17

And so somebody puts a tiny statue of a urinating dog next to the “Fearless Girl” statue in NYC in order to upset the Left. On the same day, a graphic photo of Kathy Griffin holding a faux decapitated Donald Trump head is released, upsetting the Right. Both sides engaged in think pieces and stink pieces and pearl-clutching and so on. We’re so easily manipulatable; and I count myself among that number. But we’re only human; right?

Bonus: compare the Griffin photo to the imagery of the Queen of Swords card from my tarot reading at the beginning of the week:


Tattooed “Joker” Arrested In Florida


Every time I read of another person arrested dressed/looking like the comic book villain the Joker, I literally stop EVERYTHING I’m doing and blog about it. That’s my schtick. I’m sticking to it. It’s going to make me literally millions one day, I’m sure of it. My mother is so proud.

29-year-old Lawrence Sullivan was arrested on Tuesday evening in Florida for pointing a gun in traffic.

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The New Fatalism, Part Two

chris-cornellI wrote “The New Fatalism” a couple of weeks ago, noting a “spike” in suicide imagery in popular culture (13 Reasons Why, the Kurt Cobain-themed Father John Misty video “Total Entertainment Forever”) as well as a couple of actual suicides that had recently happened.

Then there is the case of 24-year-old Bruno Borges, who made elaborate “preparations” and then simply vanished (just about to the day of the 20th anniversary of the Heaven’s Gate suicides); there is no evidence Borges killed himself, but there is a similar energy in terms of “disappearing.”

And now Chris Cornell is dead.

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Observations, 5/22/17


I’ll try to make these observations succinct, but I do need to get them out there:

a) I feel the stuff with Trump has been decided already, for a whole bunch of reasons I do not have the energy to enumerate at this time. They’ve already decided to get rid of him. I’m on neither “side” in declaring this. I’m just declaring what in my gut is really the case. But this is going to drag on like a bitch, even after he’s gone. I’m exhausted with it. I feel on some level, all this drama benefitted many parties.

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In The Eye Oculus


I’m just about to wind up my little trip to Downtown NYC, but before I do a few notes—

The first night I was here, a colorized episode of I Love Lucy was inexplicably playing on primetime TV, but I was strangely captivated by it; Lucille Ball in a diaphanous pink dress dancing with Van Johnson on CBS. A throwback to another time, but why not? I had a great day, a great dinner, and was getting ready to go to sleep.

But then I realized something. Where I was at that exact moment—it all used to be carnage. Unbelievable destruction and carnage. And now it’s all gone; cleaned up, removed. The only traces left being a few mementoes consciously chosen.

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