sawyer

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i'm looking for a stereotypical 80's or 90's book that shows more or less what was going on in culture (countach's, coke, raves, etc). anyone know of any?

 

[less than zero]

 

 

not sure i can give a proper rec for you, but im reading less than zero now and i'm enthralled. i'll share a few samples for anyone who hasn't read:

 

The psychiatrist I see during the four weeks I'm back is young and has a beard and drives a 450 SL and has a house in Malibu. I'll sit in his office in Westwood with the shades drawn and my sunglasses on, smoking a cigarette, sometimes cloves, just to irritate him, sometimes crying. Sometimes I'll yell at him and he'll yell back. I tell him that I have these bizarre sexual fantasies and his interest will increase noticeably. I'll start to laugh for no reason and then feel sick. I lie to him sometimes. He'll tell me about his mistress and the repairs being done on the house in Tahoe and I'll shut my eyes and light another cigarette, gritting my teeth. Sometimes I just get up and leave.

 

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It hadn't rained in the city for too long and Blair would keep calling me up and tell me that the two of us should get together and go to the beach club. I'd be too tired or stoned or wasted to get up in the afternoon to even go out and sit beneath the umbrellas in the hot sun at the beach club with Blair. So the two of us decided to go to Pajaro Dunes in Monterey where it was cool and where the sea was shimmering and green and my parents had a house on the beach. We drove up in my car and we slept in the master bedroom, and we drove into town and bought food and cigarettes and candles. There was nothing much to do in town; an old movie theater in need of paint and seagulls and crumbling docks and Mexican fishermen who whistled at Blair and an old church Blair took pictures of but didn't go in. We found a case of champagne in the garage and drank the whole case that week. We'd open a bottle usually in the late morning after we went walking along the beach. In the early morning we'd make love, either in the living room, or, if not in the living room, then on the floor in the master bedroom, and we'd close the blinds and light the candles we'd bought in town and we'd watch our shadows, illuminated against the white walls, move, shift.

my beefs:

 

okayokay - you are a generic white guy with generic white guy wisdom and generic white guy problems. why read your posts when i could just watch an episode of two and half men?

wahwho11 - no contribution to waywt, nothing clever or funny either. no entertaining stories in confessional or superawkward. you're filler or white noise

 

same problem with kellydenim, blm, hall of vame, etc. notice how only one person nominated the most negged poster of recent memory wehatemyself. thats because people bringing dogshit to the table at least are bringing something to the table.

 

i am now going to log out for several months because i've already overstayed my welcome by posting six times in the last several days

anyone out there subscribed to the new york times? it is well and truly worth it right? 

 

was subscribed to a for a few years but eventually dumped it. new yorker is better for current affairs imo, and i would also recommend subscribing to journals like nature. often what appears in science times or wall street journal science section are just paraphrased articles from nature or other academic journals. for academic journals id recommend philosophy and public affairs, and daedalus. 

have:

 

hdp - petroleum

mona di orio - cuir

theo fennel - scent edt

cdg - 2

cdg - tar

six scents - yann vasnier x damir doma

tauer - verdant

10ml decants of fille en aiguilles and chergui

 

want:

lutens - tubereuse criminelle, iris silver mist

hdp - vidi, 1740

humiecki & graef - anything

niche samples

who are you?

 

 

wasn't nextlevel the guy who posted the fit with a ro towel wrapped around him like a cloak or something????

 

http://supertalk.superfuture.com/index.php/topic/144455-waywt-destroyed-my-life-2013/page-21#entry2899092

 

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get to a sty

 

 

i unchecked the boxes for "enable emoticons" and "enable signature." this is not a poll.

El_ronn

What's the poorest you've ever been?

 

he's been 2005 billabong poor is all i can say for certain

 

btw i got this image just typing "ronnel superfuture" into google i don't save pics generally

this is exactly what i'm talking about

^^^that belongs in the ronnel thread

men can have husbands its 2013 i think

 

lel

 

have you seen waywt lately or read anything anyone has been talking about? time stopped in 2008. it's still 2008. no husbands for me

I never thought this would happen to me again, but for the first time in 10 years I am obsessively, sick-to-my-stomach, going-so-fucking-crazy-I-wanna-kill-myself in love.  And for the first time ever in my life, I think it's mutual.  The kicker is that I'm married with kids, not really happily, but not miserably unhappily until the last year or so.  I'm at a loss as to whether or not I should try to supress these feelings and wait till they fade and go on with an unfullfilling life that's slowly wearing me down, or hurt people I care a lot about, walk out on the life that I've been trying to build for the past 8 years and pursue this slim chance at true happiness...

I fucked up big time letting it all come this far...

 

half confession, half talking at you: for some of us life is unfullfilling no matter what we do. happiness is a fantasy that will always remain outside one's grasp, whether by inches or miles. in the mean time, don't destroy people who seem to want it or have it. unfortunately i learned this too late and have deeply hurt or disappointed everyone i have known. this is why i have chosen a life of solitude, so as few people as possible are sucked into my black-hole like misery. good luck.

 

excellent

^the amount of insane shit that happens to you/within your life is staggering 

or maybe my life is just really boring.

 

i assume its a gender difference. women i've dated and friends--women, trans--all have stories like this. unfortunately the stories fequently go past awkward into stalking, assault, battery, and worse. i've seen this kind of weird shit happen in real time too.

 

EG this friend of a friend who seems to invite himself to all the parties in this one social circle i was a part of through my ex. rollerblades everywhere, wears a bandana. wire rim glasses. always had stubble; never a beard nor clean shaven. he once showed me his pocket knife apropos of nothing. i always saw him at parties asking to braid some womans hair he had met and known for 15-20 minutes, as in this must have been his pickup strategy. i can't imagine what else this guy must have tried for that to be the approach he settled on.

i recant my position on "interior semiotics." she is a genius and i was just too pretentious at the time to get it

i think everyone here who is pretending to be ignorant of reddit and 4chan is lying

plz don't make fun of tee wrinkles, i took care of it.

 

just quoting this post so its on this page at least 4 times

^^^i said if that's a show than i'd done off easier chics with them totally nice tits

 

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some months ago i somehow started listening to eleh. black mountain 1933 is perfect.

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqTZpTo04ig

^^there will always be new ways to produce awful shit. this is why i don't have instagram or tumblr or twitter or etc. i am committed to sufu though. love you vampy

^^there are so many fallacies and mistakes i don't want to even try, because then you'd have to break down everything, which is pointless because they wouldn't be able to wrap their minds around it anyway

 

i tried once with faust on this sort of topic, it's like trying to tunnel through a concrete wall with your bare hands

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-part-two.html

 

I want everyone in the world to read this

 

this is awful, it's camus for the tumblr generation. worse though: at least l'etranger had moral nuance and artistic gloss. this is existentialism-lite, served ms-paint webcomix style