THE NIGHTLY MIRROR
Cinema is the natural home of those who suspect language.
Susan Sontag, from “Bergman’s Persona”, 1967. (via chancr)
well it started out alright, I swear and now here we are. my she only speaks in generic sentences like "vegetables are good for you."maybe she's not human. i hid my credit card in this notebook and gave it to a friend saying "this is my diary. keep it safe. they're after it. don't read it," but its not. i just want to survive a month without money. fuckin' commies, right? true communists shouldn't say "my" as much as I do. asked if ppl get annoyed when smth excitingturns out to b an ad.ah,urturn
Anonymous

I feel like every house on the other side of the shit canal is way richer than my family and they are all supposed to be middle class. No way man. No way is that middle class. Maybe like “right between me and the boss,” but not average. Right? I mean they had Emmy’s in the house and photos of Oprah and artwork on the walls. William S. Burroughs’ funeral card too. That was cool. I used to date a girl on that side of town and she had art on the walls too. A tiny Dali. A few John Lennon doodles. That seems real fucking weird to me. Is that what being middle class is like? Is that normal? To be weirdly nonchalantly rich? Or is that what life is like when your parents have college degrees? Is that the gulf of experience between one side of a river of sewage and another?

Every ad, I stop and read the whole thing. Every time. I don’t even realize. I’m right in the zone and they take me for everything I got.

how old are you?
Anonymous

Hella.

Oh definitely. Goes without saying.

Oh definitely. Goes without saying.

I’m like the fucking Cindy Sherman of green flannels.

artifice-ou-nature
Okay. I’ll let my freak flag fly.

artifice-ou-nature
Okay. I’ll let my freak flag fly.

psst wanna exchange vague texts about our lives?
Anonymous

Uh… YES!

My hair is sort of long now. Long and grungy. Maybe I should do something about this.