the reentry project.

i just can’t seem to get enough of this. please watch from beginning to end. it’s stunning.

nineteen ninety six.

malcolm jamal warner. i can’t stop saying his name to myself. it gets better the more i say it. so i took an inspired look at his bio on ______________ and saw that his resume had grown exponentially and so on and so on. didn’t recognize him on ________, though but really i dig that show. would’ve been a moment of ecstacy had i realized it. he was in a trainwreck. only it hasn’t been released yet. i’ll never see malcolm jamal warner again.

“…in the parlance of our time…man…”

i’m constantly trying to be witty. but to myself. internally. it’s really only for self-satisfaction. at least once a day i’ll say something so profoundly witty it’s as though i tackled an old lady pushing a baby carraige full of puppies out of the way of superman. it’s like not that cool because superman was probably trying to save the old lady because the puppies were actually wombats but you got there first and maybe like broke a couple of her ribs but you thought it was fucking sweet. i’ll never admit to my want for wit.

manon, you live alone.

richard dawkins? richard dawson?

a game! read an article about either. swap the names. it’s a gas.

“some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb…” batman.