Category Archives: Nothing
I got nothin.
(Happy birthday Georgie.)
Filed under Benevolence, Not Dead, Nothing, People
In Cyclical Terms, Right (Redux)
Went under: May ’06.
Came up: July/August ’06 (thanks, cactus).
Went under: April ’07.
Came up: August/September/October ’07 (protracted ascention courtesy of Ms J Hawthorne).
Went under: November ’08.
I don’t know where we are right now, which means we’re still basically down. Life is BLAH. But we’re a hell of a fuckload better than we were in January–February (shudder). Progress occurs.
I’ve – yeah – never talked directly about this stuff here much in the past. (Edit: except at the very beginning, I guess.) I don’t know why I am now, or if it’s sensible. Talking about badness just feeds into it.
And insofar as I use my blog as a kind of metaprogramming tool, being too explicit generally isn’t productive. Sleight of mind, dude. Ever heard of it?
Teigan’s ego is addicted to saying too much.
I just got nothin’ else to talk about RN. The only thing I really care about is getting out of this $%# hole.
Which is kind of the problem.
FFS stop digging and chill the fuck out, man.
Filed under History, Nothing, Self Analysis
Filed under Art, Audio, Discombobulation, Drunkenness, Mysteries, Nothing, People, Photos, the walls are mushy
Things To Be Thankful For (Five)
Bitches who know how to treat their slaves right.
One such ultrastar of an individual graced Chez Hagakure’s now-vacant second bedroom last weekend whilst on an all-too-brief-and-rare visit to Teh Melbourne.
It was, as always, a total & unmitigated pleasure to accommodate her.
Filed under Art, Audio, Awesomeness, Benevolence, Bitches, Damage Control, Genius, Nothing, Photos, Tea, Things To Be Thankful For, w0ot
It’s All Over
So long, the so-called Real World. It was nice knowing you. In some aspects.
ION: O. M. F. G. Why was I not told about this?! (That’s what I get for not reading the news, I guess.)
Interlude: New Favourite Phrase
“Indeed it is well said [that] in every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.” – Thomas Carlyle via Fungus the Bogeyman, unknown year.
(Thanx toots; yer work, etc.)
Filed under I'm Intrigued And Would Like To Know More, Nothing
Chez Hagakure Tea & Pizza Shapes Meet
Starring this chick.
(Previously; previously; previously; previously; previously; elsewhere.)
Filed under Art, Audio, Benevolence, Bitches, Chaos, Cryptography, Cunts, Discombobulation, Domestica, Food and Drink, Genius, Hate, History, Illusion Of Time, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Nothing, People, Philosophica, Photos, Self Analysis, Weblogs
B. C. E.
Although, y’know, in some ways it was almost too easy.
(ION: \m/ (>.<) \m/)
TIA. (No, not that TIA.) (Necessarily.)
(This post is dedicated to Mr R. Henley, who doesn’t approve of this kind of thing. Appaz.)
Filed under Are You Hungry, Cryptography, Dreams, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Nothing, People
My Housewarming = Tonight
It is going to go OFF.
Here is a picture that this chick posted on my wall, which I like very much:
As you can see, it depicts a longhaired cat sitting atop a moog or some such against a background of stars and bares the motto: “Astro Cat will play for you the Symphony of Space.”
Like William Carlos Williams’ red wheelbarrow, it is what it is.
No more, and no less.
Filed under Art, Dreams, F***book, Genius, Here Is The News, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Muntedness, Nothing
No Posts This Week
No camera = no pictures + very low commentage levels = just got nothin’. Sorry.
It’s all about F***book right now, anyways. If you want me, friend me on FB. If you want to know my FB name, write me.
I am well, and having a lovely time.
More TK when the moment is propitious. Please stay tuna etc.
Filed under F***book, Here Is The News, Life Is Good, Nothing, Weblogs
Rainbow Serpent (Part 2)
Filed under Art, Audio, Benevolence, Boogie Fever, Cryptography, Discombobulation, Dreams, Drugs, Evil, Found, Genius, Here Is The News, Illusion Of Time, Liable For Nothing, Muntedness, Mysteries, Night Time, Nothing, People, Photos, Self Analysis, Signs Of The Apocalypse, some do it fast, some do it better in smaller amounts, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, the walls are mushy, These Hippies Are Not Messing Around, Travel, w0ot
That 5am Window
Between sleep and waking, when you’re everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.
You’re free. It’s nice. I used to live there.
I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.
Filed under Nothing