'76 monte carlo.
pasadena. march 2024
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I am once again asking myself: is this my regular, chronic sickness? Or is it a new, temporary, contagious sickness?
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Malaise!!
He’s the prologue/ epilogue character and I love him so.
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OH KK IS TRANS??? GOOD FOR HIM!!! (He also looks kinda gay NGL/pos) (or bi. or ace. or anything but straight.)
Yeah! :] He's out here and thriving
Spotlighting a couple of other trans folks on the roster:
and KK is demi through and through! but certainly not straight at all B)
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I am not much engaged by the problems of what you might call our day but I am burdened by the particular, the mad person who writes me a letter. It is no longer necessary for them even to write me. I know when someone is thinking of me. I learn to deal with this.
Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays (review here)
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pasadena, calif.
march 2024
© tag christof
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Time for my post-lunch lie-down. Will resume functioning vertically and socially in 2-4 hours. ✌🏻
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First page of the prologue posted today. Look at it rn.
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Today's song is Malaise by Meta featuring the Vocaloids Prima and Cyber Songman
Content warning: themes concerning death and disease, consistent with the Dead Cells video game which inspired this song
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“People today do not see their lack of faith as a tragedy, but what does worry them profoundly is their lack of hope, for which—making matters worse—they try to make up with substitutes like optimism. The key question, therefore, is one of hope. And our contemporaries wonder whether there is hope for the ‘now’, they wonder whether they can find it in Christianity—and they wonder, above all: What is the foundation of Christian hope?”
— Fr. Carlos Granados
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Malice mayn’t
Under obstruction’s oath, we’ll
walk upon elsewhere (yet no
place) all together, ‘til leaving
—
kits laughing far behind our
headstones’ warmth & cast
shadows both; I once hoped
—
for freedom from dead waters
in my mouth that crowd out
mettle as though such a meek
—
blessing may one eventual day
become more akin to some kind
of corrosion, but malice mayn’t
—
not persist — most likely, this
drowned tongue shall always be
bogged down beneath salt’s ire
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