18.7.26
my cowriter doesnt know who c.y. o'connor is or what homer simpson looks like
17.7.26
bloated: artist bios, issue themes, rhizomatic graphics, page numbers, embodiment, assumptions of shared love
11.7.26
"they said this was meat free, they didn't say it was salt free" - tim shaking two minutes of salt onto his pizza
9.7.26
the only two words ive said today
are oat cappucino
and thank you
17.6.26
idea: chunnel from perth to bali
31.5.26
if only i could go back to being jizzum i'd stop at the egg and say 'after you'
22.5.26
and we've only just licked the tip of the iceberg
14.5.26
i used to live a rambo life
i drank seven beers a week
and 3 cigarettes a day.
i didnt drink them, i smoked them
i even "did it" a number of times
but now i since renounced my rambo life.
i will write rambo poetry
no more.
14.5.26
every video artwork in 2026: Lo! Check Out All These Funny Videos I Have Watched On My Algorithm
5.5.26
dad: what would you like on your birthday cake?
arthur: a dinosaur!
dad: a dinosaur?
arthur: and... a car
dad: a dinosaur car?
arthur: (yeahhh)
ben: and who should be driving the car?
arthur: (grandaddd)
ben: and what should grandad be saying?
patricia: ben, lets not overcomplicate things
2.5.26
for the last year i have felt like a fly with a wing pulled off it, everything i do i can only do with one wing, and when i talk, i can only talk to people as a fly with one wing. who wants to listen to the anguish of a fly with one wing when a fly with two is bad enough.
2.5.26
is it legal to shoot yourself with an airzooka
39.4.25
"intellectually scrumptious"
13.4.26
the slight digs have all piled up. i feel i must address them or risk them piling up too much.
once i have written something i dont have to think it any more.
i do not like to repeat myself.
- attention seeking
when i said i would no longer write on the site i had been writing on for ten years, people said i was attention seeking.
well they havent been paying attention. this is all attention seeking.
open your ears jackass.
- cry for help
they also they never know if what i'm writing is a cry for help.
again, it is all a cry for help.
i dont expect the help, i just like the sound of my crying-out voice.
open your ears jackass.
- neg entropy
another guy said i was creating too much.
"creating too much, you know, youre taking up neg entropy"
firstly i don't even know what that is.
secondly,
2.4.26
today was a day of blowing kisses. i didnt blow any, everyone was blowing them at me. the mailmen, road workers and the people on the bus. all blowing me kisses. i dont know why. it is as if i had made a wish to "find love" and god had punished my non-specificity. perhaps someone else had made the wish. "genie genie from downunder, tomorrow the world will come together to blow kisses at benjamin yaxley". perhaps they thought they were doing me a kindness but kindness of this kind just makes me nervous. it makes me recoil. genie genie from downunder, piss off with all the kisses.
16.4.26
what have you been up to?
you know, not a lot. just queering the archive.