the crass week.
Sep. 28th, 2001 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantridiculous xxxxx last night! i couldn't xxxx xxx xxxx. i could barely stay in the room. i scribbled furiously. i can't even go into it. in the morning it seemed unjustified.
it seems a fever cures all ills.
[you give me fever]
saw the harry potter trailer last night. o so exciting. but i wish h or similar were here to see it with. i fear my roommates are merely lukewarm on the issue. my only bone to pick? i always (oh shame of pc shames) pictured hermione as black.
the ad yesterday for the toyota, the youwantthis flashing. coding our responses! the swelling amazement of the music (whispering commercialism will fulfill you), the multicultural safe city scenes, the wonder on the faces saying yes and again yes, this subliminal drive is what i need and desire to fulfill me. the playful commanding tagline, don't worry, you will want one. the world that showed advertising as it should be: bounds broken, rules unsaid: the mind as cannonfodder. the subtle undercurrents of money and sex. in a word: masterful.
scribble talks of suicide, of irresponsibility. my stomach flipflops. but i say: if he doesn't turn off comments, or make the fucking thing friends-only, then he's setting himself up for these falls. i know the game: we want this space to be the demilitarized zone but it's impossible. i want to shuck off life like a skin but i hold on indefinitely. i wait for the next best thing. i keep playing along and shilling my words careful as coins.
we all play the same game, the pick-me game.
it seems a fever cures all ills.
[you give me fever]
saw the harry potter trailer last night. o so exciting. but i wish h or similar were here to see it with. i fear my roommates are merely lukewarm on the issue. my only bone to pick? i always (oh shame of pc shames) pictured hermione as black.
the ad yesterday for the toyota, the youwantthis flashing. coding our responses! the swelling amazement of the music (whispering commercialism will fulfill you), the multicultural safe city scenes, the wonder on the faces saying yes and again yes, this subliminal drive is what i need and desire to fulfill me. the playful commanding tagline, don't worry, you will want one. the world that showed advertising as it should be: bounds broken, rules unsaid: the mind as cannonfodder. the subtle undercurrents of money and sex. in a word: masterful.
scribble talks of suicide, of irresponsibility. my stomach flipflops. but i say: if he doesn't turn off comments, or make the fucking thing friends-only, then he's setting himself up for these falls. i know the game: we want this space to be the demilitarized zone but it's impossible. i want to shuck off life like a skin but i hold on indefinitely. i wait for the next best thing. i keep playing along and shilling my words careful as coins.
we all play the same game, the pick-me game.
