Tak til blogrullen på Caspar Eric Christensens blog for i aftes, da jeg burde have læst Martin A. Hansen (hvilket, vidste jeg, ville have sendt mig direkte til drømmeland) at sende mig videre til det amerikanske net-tidsskrift/site Muumuu House, bestyret af bl.a digteren Tao Lin, fuld af frygtelig meget frisk, vittig og poetisk tekst, der i sin vittige og poetiske, net-performende- og -approprierende friskhed måske oven i købet er GENERATIONSTYPISK, bl.a. finder man flere tweet-udvalg, her et udvalg af redaktøren Blake Butlers udvalg af Giancarlo DiTrapanos sjove-sære tweets;
When I was little, I thought our house had a living room and a dying room. I thought "dining" was another way of saying dying.
I'd blow a panda if it asked me to in a small human voice
An untitled track on my iTunes, 8 seconds long, at full volume you can barely hear a little girl's voice whisper, "mommy a black dog."
Santa Claus look-alike just whispered for me to "check the missed connections later" and then stepped off of the train
Floating 80 ft high, at 2 mph, face up, eyes closed, head first, down 9th ave, from 66th to 46th, at 7PM, with no one expecting me anywhere.
d'be nice to navigate the internet with double-blinks, short nose-breaths, light teeth-clicks, back of teeth (mousepad), tongue (mouse)
Considered incl. in my will some $$$ to pay someone to tweet something along the lines of "help me find me im scared" for me after my death.
lowercasing the G when you write out the word God makes me think of you in the opposite way of what I think you want me to think of you
I bet Burroughs told Ginsberg to shut up a lot.
metempshycosically put myself in the shoes of waiting jezebel commenter who commented asking why above commenter disliked the movie Magnolia
if I was the guy who recognized the repetitive patterns in Plato's cave, I'd have won $ off the others instead of turning around and leaving
Paid fifty dollars this morning to send a telegram to Italy to the family of a gardener whose mother died. Fifty dollars. Died.
a twitter where no two tweets are alike, no single tweet can ever be tweeted by anyone again, language would grow so strangely