Love how much mileage this pic is getting lately

Used to love that poem. When I wasn’t a dad. Enemy to sane living now, that is.

Not the shipwreck comment right when I’m rereading 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea 😭

It’s the finger stretch right beforehand that gives it that—

I always told my students that the best writing sessions feel like big, healthy, long-awaited shits. In which case it is still nice to look at, but only if you’re a fucking weirdo. Which, let’s face it, we all are

A generation is coming up whose collective notion of America is so virulently anathema to our own that when their scorn finally matures with them it is going to hit like a fucking asteroid

And not just those hippies down in Núrn yapping about “we don’t wanna live in chains anymore” and “we’d make more food if you stopped literally poisoning the soil” and all that woo-woo

These are the fuckin troll-lashing Uruks of Udûn out here having second thoughts

This is what Nietzsche was warning about when he said “the Abyss stares back”