When there is work to be done but no work and no method is imminent, just an itch of boredom, or a feeling of uselessness, a sense that too much time has passed without concretizing, just slipping away into experiences like sitting on the curb with the kiddos eating popsicles, the first lawnmowing of the spring, watching the dog meet a new friend and flip the fuck out, and acting like they've just slipped away, but here they are enumerating themselves at if to say "fuck you for deligitimizing us." Which is fine. I stand by it. I'm not working on anything that requires me to be human. I think in this situation it is helpful to make a list. A list of what? What about a list of different types of lists that would be interesting to make. I don't know how many there were, but a lot of my time writing Massive was spent making lists: forms of concrete garden statuary, Russian snack food, people referenced in the Divine Comedy, all of the Emmanuelle films (and rip-offs), all the cities on the longest straight line that can be drawn entirely on land, all of the substances listed in Antoine Lavoisier's writings, Russian firearms, words containing the zh sound... that's all that spring to mind immediately. Now listening to 1000 AIRPLANES ON THE ROOF in the dark. The dog is snoring and Charlie is definitely asleep. I make lists of lists. A list of things to make lists about. Forgivably bad works of art. Last meals of real condemned people. Good options for last meals. Sea mounts by height above the seafloor. Movies where people call their vehicles 'trucks' when they are obviously not trucks. 'Very special episode' topics. Shades of brown. Lists. 6 degrees of Jm J Bullock. Books with unreliable narrators. Televised deaths. Words that start with K and end with B. Slang words for male and female genitals (or gennies). Spin-off television shows. Ways to pass the time without electricity. Things that cannot be viably made from plastic. Discovered and verified exoplanets. Shapes whose area is larger than the circle that circumscribes them. Canonical sandwiches. Novels written by more than 2 authors. Ways of organizing your home library. Things that have disappeared from society in the 21st century. Animals that secrete things as a defense. Types of brick bonding patterns. Fungal infections and their symptoms. Things that would be strange to buy in bulk (recalling the hubbub on the first Amazon "Prime Day" when a large drum of sex lube was highlighted for sale). Cities with streets named after famous racists. A family tree of Norwegian black metal. A list of lists whose subjectmatter spectrum and overall tone are enough to establish a complex character. And the moment the thrill of the list-making is exhausted, so too is the catalyzing power it had to add words to the screen. Those kinda textual kickstarts are deals with the devil. They sound amusing until the next thing you know you're chained to a rock being eaten by eagles.
I love pareidolia. This map of the Cloaca Maxima has a pretty obvious dick and balls embedded in it.
Concerning my previous concern (under a separate cover), chickens are literally buttfuckers.
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