GPOYW

Jessy Matador : Décalé Gwada

what do YOU know about african dancehall?
this little parisian girl seems to know way more than me,
that's for sure.

: to enjoy oneself without limits, to die

the way it feels against my skin is like this: coarse and keen and patient. my sensory perception arrives at an in-between point, one road leading towards sadism, the other logic, a precision that manifests itself only in this idea of permanence, this kind of longing towards a whole understanding of the self. today, i woke up in a state of jouissance, of absolute pleasure, of indulgence, and with that, an acute sense of pain, of suffering with the last taste of juice still fresh on my taste buds. today, i accept the uncertainties of being with my entire body. today, i revel in the organic state of pleasure, of jouissance.

: window

had a strange encounter with the wind today, as if evidence of me shaking from the cold in the middle of november was a feeling reserved only for the east coast, for foreign territories. i was genuinely cold, just like that; after months of feeling the heaviness of some burn, this undulating sting of searing chaos, the same chaos i had tried so desperately to avoid--i was shivering. it was then, when nature felt alive, well enough to console the unbridled hysteria that was 2009, that i remember the girl i had failed to be, and the girl i know still finding herself. i was mistaken about you this entire time--it is winter now, and i admire the people we've become, i admire the sincerity of uncertainty that is so poignant in our friendship. Winter, what better season to fall in love, what better season to realize how fragile my skin can be when it graces the wind, how beautiful blurry lines are, and your face in the dark, only barely draped by the moonlight?

winter has arrived, suddenly
and my senses? they feel sharp

: relevant

INTERNET-AGE WRITING SYLLABUS AND COURSE OVERVIEW

also, this

THIS AMERICAN LIFE: INFIDELITY

: oh, burroughs

you haunt my daydreams

"The idea that addiction is somehow a psychological illness is, I think, totally ridiculous. It’s as psychological as malaria. It’s a matter of exposure. People, generally speaking, will take any intoxicant or any drug that gives them a pleasant effect if it is available to them."

-William S. Burroughs, Opiate Fiend

: want

... a pink wig

: goooooogle

 

: Ready, Able

For Jenny, because I love her (and I miss her, where you been giiiirl?)

: RIP David Foster Wallace

Brief Interviews with Hideous Men

based on the novel

Infinite Jest

by the late David Foster Wallace

: truthspeak

via modern futurist

: for rachel

Ernest Hemingway fishing

: classic