i finished the edits on two new books that will be out soon through lazy fascist press. i will post the covers soon.

tent revivalist recordings is going to put out a cassette tape of me reading various things. all their tapes look really nice.

today someone mentioned a hot dog place in chicago called "flukeys" and when i said i had never heard of it he said, "damn i should shoot you in the head" and i laughed really hard.


here is an essay i wrote for a new site called "bulk culture."

a lot of times on the red line train i stand in the back facing the rest of the car because then i don't feel surrounded. today when i saw all the faces looking back at me i heard a spaceship captain say, "we have encountered hostile beings, prepare for forcefield of frowning stare." then i heard a sound like a forcefield was surrounding me.

i wrote an article for the new website "bulk culture." the article is titled "thoughts on the word 'treated' as slang." if you want me to write about something for the website, leave a comment or email me sampinkisalive@gmail.com

i am encouraging you to ask as many formspring advice questions as you can in the next few days, if you want. i'm closing the account but i am going to use the questions for something else . so ask a bunch of shit if you want. it can be anything and as many as possible.


i am also going to make twenty copies of a chapbook of the story "fun" from "hurt others" if anyone wants to buy one. email me

sampinkisalive@gmail.com

here is a link to a video noah cicero made about my writing. he talks about "the no hellos diet."

also, if anyone has, or can get a "nanoloop" please email me. a nanoloop is a cartridge you can plug into a gameboy to make it into a keyboard. my man wes needs one. email me sampinkisalive@gmail.com

TRIANA EDITORIAL 2012

"i am going to clone myself then kill the clone and eat it"




the same press is also putting out "hikikomori" by tao lin and ellen kennedy.

a review of PERSON.

i'm an adult

i have paintings for sale. they are both three feet by four feet. i will try to get pictures of them up. if you want to buy one email me. they're really nice. they're so fucking nice.

i started a band with a man from texas who now lives in chicago. his name is wes neal. the band is called "depressed woman."

it seems like you can tell if someone was just talking about you if you walk into a room and there are two people standing there and one says, "so anyway". "so anyway" is the sign that someone was just talking about you.

i'd like to ask a serious question. what is REALLY stopping you from opening fire on a police car. is it morals, or the fear of getting caught. for me it seems like the fear of getting caught. when i really think about it, most reasons why i dont do things are because i don't want to get caught.

last night i had a dream where a pit bull had it jaws clamped down on my hand (i always dream that a dog is biting me when my hand falls asleep while i'm asleep) and the pit bull had really big teeth that looked like pumpkin seeds and when the pit bull bit my hand i said out loud, "this will be ok" and i put the pit bull's head against a brick wall and kneed it twice. the first one didn't do anything. but the second one cracked the pit bull's skull and the jaws released my hand.

depressed woman in 2012.

is anyone having fun anymore.

i feel like years ago i was like, "i'm going to stop having fun for a little bit then come back to it" but then i never came back to it.

yesterday i was walking down the sidewalk and a man passed me from behind, going backwards in a motorized wheelchair, with his head over his shoulder, holding a laptop computer.

the guy who lives above me screams at videogames all night.

for some reason i keep thinking i would definitely win the lottery if i played once but i just won't play it.

a huge worry of mine is that i'll be sleeping over at someone's house and then randomly piss while i'm sleeping. like, it could happen. it could just happen once, out of nowhere and then never happen again and i'd either have to never talk to that person again--just run out of the house and never communicate with them again--or try to apologize in some way, but i know i couldn't do it without laughing.

a lot of things seem stupid to me now. like i just keep thinking, "that's stupid" and then i think, "wait, is that stupid" and then i think, "yeah it's stupid."

i almost uncontrollably said, "i love you" to an old man working a sandwich counter last week when he said, "chips and drink?"

is anyone having fun anymore, i'm serious. can someone tell me something they have done recently that was fun and can they describe the feeling.

depressed woman.

i'm an adult.

R.I.P.

this is a video caroline thompson made after receiving a package i sent her with some art and writing in it. caroline was a very sweet lady. she died yesterday of an overdose.

hey can anyone get me a copy of "cool edit pro 2" for a computer.

i will give you a drawing or something else.

i made this drawing the other day.

i also have two big paintings that look nice if anyone wants to buy them. they're three feet by four feet and look really nice.

here is a review of PERSON.


also, is there a way to save a pdf into a jpeg. i have a picture i want to post but i cant because it's a pdf.

a fucking pdf!