the way that i do it is that, like: i steal them
it’s fun!! to find slots and themes for stuff and to Therein Amass, like some featherless fleshy magpie fuck except it’s about pixels and you can’t fly and this was not a good analogy. if i put half as much effort into organising the rest of my life as i do my crater of this blue website i know, i can tell you that i would go up two grade boundaries, i would be by a variety of definitions slightly more wealthy, the density of my wardrobe would triple width-wise, I Am a Parody, And I Am Taking Your Hands, Very Serious
the one for angels is from the mumford & sons song broken crown which i can only interpret as from the perspective of an understandably bitter seraph in the modern age who is still p sore about the Fall and/or their new dumb awful horrible meat prison, that they would hate, if they could figure out how to do that, it’s all very frustrating. i noticed it’s getting cool to not like m&s but i have also noticed that i, myself, am uncool, and a total Ground Sucker for anything you can implicate to be at all allusively religious (like the first time i heard hozier in a public place i got so excited i forgot who i was for a second and almost punched a stranger) and??? it’s like a 4 minute and 21 second “fuck you dad” and marcus mumford was really cagey about the source material. i’m not saying folk sensation marcus mumford may have an association with the great adversary but also i’m not not saying that. (the line itself, how dare you speak of grace, is so petty and weird?? like you can’t be used to verbal confrontation and come out with something like that, that’s so odd, imagine an unwillingly humanoid flesh-ball with terrible very bad personal – personal!! fuck! –hygiene huddled intensely over a laptop and replying to every single dick post on the comment section of youtube. they only use the two pointer-fingers of each hand, but they are ferocious, they are the rage unquenchable)
another example is that my tag for?? i don’t even know what you would call it man like. the universe in relatable terms. ive never been way into (systematised educative~) science but it’s repetitive forms and causation are i think fascinating to everybody but I, CLEARLY, HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO EXPLAIN THIS, but a stoppard play called Arcadia can so my tag is a modification of two characters’ exchange in re: a similar thing:
Valentine: She didn’t have the maths, not remotely. She saw what things meant, way ahead, like seeing a picture.
Septimus: This is not science. This is story-telling.
ghost tag is part of the the lyrics to a mother mother song, about ghosts
And this is why I have decided
to pull these old white sheets from my head.
I’ll leave them folded neat and tidy
so that you’ll know I’m out of hiding.
And this is why I have decided
to leave your house and home unhaunted.
You don’t need poltergeists for sidekicks.
monster tag is quoted from french philospher jaques derrida, as seen in his work Some Statements and Truisms about Neologisms, Newisms, Postisms, Parasitisms, and other small Seismisms:
“Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘Here are our monsters’, without immediately turning the monsters into pets.”
people tag, an excerpt from a 176 page commentary on whether or not you should think céline dion is cool:
“Real humans are connected with one another whether they like it or not. They are awkward and dumb and wave their arms around if they get upset enough; real humans all have personal touchstones that are “off the map” because there is no map. We are so maplessly, ridiculously uncool that whole cultures and subcultures, whole personalities even, have been built to hide our ridiculousness from ourselves.”
my robot tag isn’t, alright, from anything at all. it’s just the sound i associate with them and it’s a good one, you know, like when you first boot up a tv or computer and it crackles a little bit like it’s stretching or is generally unsure whether or not it can be bothered with your mess today, and then there’s that whhirrrrrrr. and it’s sort of like it takes a deep breath, and that’s always been up there with big empty rooms and making-good-coffee-when-you’re-really-in-the-mood-for-good-coffee in terms of everyday perks to this whole doughy living-type schtick, SO