this was excellent.

mishima: excellent yet again. highly suggest it to all my followers, who also struggle with the internal torsion of being cripplingly, futilely gay.

fisher: great.

this is my book thread now. videogames suck ass now, so im forced to be smart.

i didnt stop reading i just cycle between books so im nearly finished 3. im adding movies to this list. the master was good, but pales in comparison to something like magnolia, or twbb. naked lunch is maybe the weirdest film i've ever seen. could definitely become a favourite.

daisies: funny, rebellious, pretty. cute girls.
black moon: incoherent dream. something about being a woman. something about jung. i like it.
valerie: something about being a woman and periods, pretty gay.
ugetsu: two idiots get monkey paw'd. i like it.

fantastic planet: a boring groovy movie.
suspiria: a boring well-lit movie.

holy mountain: jodorowsky is based. give me 750,000 american dollars and i'd make some fucked up maximalist feast of the senses too. absolute madman.

coraline: while i don't feel the plotting is very strong, and that it wraps up too quick, its very much my kind of animated flick

i learned too many jewish words. longform kvetching. the real jewish question is, "what can i complain about?" and the second jewish question is, "how much non-jew snatch can i pull in"

a frenchman spends 400+ pages trying to convince himself he hates people as much as feels he ought to. a misanthrope with a golden heart. probably the best book i've ever read, so far, with lolita being number 2.

bro wtf i hate images now. i though tseeing shit was good, but its actually bad. i hate being sightdommed by the powers that be. (cool book)

God? I hardly knew her! It's a shame Nietzsche's sister was such a cunt, and that Wagner was a bitch. This is an infinitely more hopeful book than I was expecting, and I think—with its lessons in tow—I'm ready to finally start watching Rick and Morty.

It's rare I see two perfect films in a row. Come and See being (much like Apocalypse Now) war as hellish carnival, dream without end, pure rage. Crumb being the portrait of the rare, endearing artist who is entirely sincere, degeneracy included.

one of the few coming of age stories i've been emotionally engaged with. fluid representation of time and maturation thru prose and structure, bittersweet but not navel-gazing. very oddly sweet. learned a lot about ireland.