A Blog Called Nowhere

Yes that is breastmilk on my chin. Call the police, ok? My intelligently designed experiment over the past 3 days has proven that a steady diet of hi-quality entertainment and lactation can serve as sufficient sustenance for all human, and even inhumane, life forms rearing their heads on this forsaken planet. My addiction to the Tantamounter has only worsened. I can't stop sticking things in. I think I might die when they dismantle themselves, unplug the machine and leave us in the empty hole whence we came. What to do other than sit at home and replicate? Chicks on Speed deeply pressed my spacebar with their harsh truthfulness at 2 AM on the dot following PTR and Kev Blechdom feeling the love and understanding of a worshipping audience. Just because I work professionally with some of these people doesn't mean I am biased to think that these brilliant women reject the faddish attire of the self-congratulatory culture seeped in pukish pseudo-knowledge. Speaking of brilliant, go buy a spelt cupcake and meet me at the Martha Rosler library (I'm either at Tanatamounter or over there). Can anyone say Heresies 1977 Lesbian Art issue? Run, don't walk! Oh and on that highbrow note, I highly recommmend Henrik Olesen's What is authority? to start your capitalist anarchist day off right (no pun intended) tomorrow! Don't integrate! And don't forget to brush regularly!