Monthly Archives: December 2010

Isabelle Caro

This blog is certainly not an ‘eating disorder‘ blog. It’s barely a ‘drug addiction‘ blog.

I know this is nothing new, but categorization (though, at one end I’m obsessed with) is not, atleast for me, a way to make sense of the world in certain capacities.

That being said, this whole thing… this ghey-ass blaaaaahhhhggg is categorically in it’s uncategorical sense….

…really, if one thinks about it, a blog about self-destruction.

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I want it to lay there. Because before I can justify or rationalize… I’d like for it to be one word… well, one hyphenated word anyway.

(a) its not an instructional on how to self-destruct

(b) it does not delve into synthetic psychiatric terms like self-destruct

(c) it does try to understand… but in terms that won’t trap (as in self-destruct)

But, in so saying, they are all stories, these are all stories (true or not)… each blog entry or whatever you’d like to deem it, is a story.

…a story that, in the end, carries the weight of the term “self-destruction”.

Rings around the Rosey of self-destruction.

So, when I read this…it’s like… I don’t know (because it’s not just another anorexic pseudo-model media personality dying)

I say this only because I saw an episode of something or another where it really made it seem like she was ‘over it’… trying not to die. Being the anti-anorexia, if you will. The poster-bitch. Like a thousand years ago, I saw it.

And maybe she was.

But what am I to make of this?

A thousand years after, she dies anyway.

What does that even mean?

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Consequences of the Mundane

I had better things to say last year… or rather, two years ago.

Two years ago, this thing was relatively brilliant. Ideas were brimming. I was, of course, coming off of meth in the only days when the town that I was in was silent… the streets empty.

Look at me now.

After conscious, deliberate decision and behaviour to match… after how I time and time again always seem to find myself happiest… after the attempt at “adult”.

Take a look at me now.

It doesn’t matter, one doesn’t need to see me. That is not the point… I carry out adult practices in a relative adult manner.

But was it worth it?

I mean, really?

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A Brief History of Art

Not that I’m qualified to say anything about anything, but… this is art at its best… simple and to the fuckin’ point.

It’s kinda genius, actually.

inside-the-vagina-pink genius [but that’s another story]

A Brief History of Art (Art In Liverpool)

 

More Brief Social Experimentation

75% of people don’t notice huge changes in front of them

Not like the most insightful thing ever, but I’m fuckin’ bored.

 

Narcissism: The Malady of Me

Yes, this is less drug…

…well, actually directly not-drug-related-at-all; but from time-to-time, I find that anyone that would garner any interest in reading this loosely and ill-kept blog would like the “diversion” as it were.

Narcissism: The Malady of Me (nytimes.com)

I mean, as much as I hate to even think about the DSM’s inherently synthetic ‘psychiatric’ categorization and their sometimes grave, sad consequences… you gotta know what’s goin’ on in order to have an interesting opinion, no? And, yes, I understand a certain structure needs to exist… even if it’s harmful (I like neat things). I’m not an anarchist… maybe a bit of a punk, but not an anarchist.

And, if one wanted to go a bit further, as far as narcissism exists as a personality trait and not, say, a psychiatric disorder, one could say that most drug addicts are narcissists.

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