We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet

I wish the velvet had been seductive! And I wish that I had gotten, then, as drunk as I am now. I’m obviously joking! I’m not drunk! I am ignorant of the taste of any drink with an alcoholic graduation higher than secondary school. Oh, well, if I fail to build myself into a funny […]

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2017 fue un lastre

Sobre ser “Ni-Ni”, la meditación, la necesidad de afiliación y otra basura New Age bochornosamente útil. Esta es una transcripción pesadamente editada, de una de esas divagaciones que grabo durante noches de verano febriles, medio ebrio, creyendo que quizás le esté recitando a un futuro tipista, yo mismo, un artículo entero. Si fuese reestructurado, y […]

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2017 was a drag

On being a NEET, meditation, esteem and other embarrassingly useful New Age crap. This is a heavily edited transcription of one of those horrid rambles that I record during feverish summer nights, half drunk, hoping that I’m actually reciting to some future typing self of mine, a whole article. If slightly restructured and edited to […]

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