Monday, July 24, 2017

The Great Unpluggering



Following are the contents of the last three messages I received via Facebook Messenger, which are also the only messages I received since May of 2017:

"Ed! See you Saturday evening at the TP cafe?"

"Fuck Off Ed. I've never really liked you in the first place.. Keep on sucking."

"Maybe I go to your landlocked janiror job and reech on the floor. Get dust"


No new reasons to live there (tho' the first needs a little more explaining that I care to go into -- you'll just have to trust me). Which brings up the question, since you've only held onto yr FB account so that it theoretically makes it easy for people to contact you, but that contact is sporadic at best and generally annoying and/or meaningless, and the demeanor of your supposed 'friends' since the height of La Resistance (aka the live-action Crossed comic)  can best be described as "outrage burnout" or a bunch of zomboid post-grads animated only by their restless egos (When there's no more room in academia...) just clacking away at their own ennui...WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? Other than to constantly remind yrself of the utter lack of affinity you have not just with Joe 30 Pack but with other ex "scene cats", what good does it do? Other than to stay your inevitable Kaczynski-esque transformation (again, in theory; it just might as well be speeding it along), what good does it do?

At this point in the unwinding of history and space and time and what-passes-for-sanity, the line between worthwhile and otherwise pursuits has never been wider or harder to see, if that makes sense. I'm going to try to post here on a weekly basis, as a way of keeping my thing (as in 'do your own thing, man') out there in as direct a way as I can comfortably and affordably manage. There's supposedly a lathe-cut 7" coming out on Unread in August, but negotiations have broken down in the last couple of days, so we'll see. No live shows coming or expected in the foreseeable future. What's the point, other that to waste money? Just sit in your hole and stream the shit you heard when your voice was changing. Live in the past, it's a lot cheaper.


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