Torpor: Hollywood Pizza Dreamtime Vacuity


Sunday, February 24, 2002 9:12 PM.

This is not the place you hoped it would be.
Was it ever that place? Did it really happen?
Is this even pizza?
What can we hope for when pizza is involved, really?
We seek comfort. We seek company.
We seek the closure of a pie, even a failed one. We fail.
This is not pizza. This is not home.
There are shadows here, burned in by a slow florescent fire.
There was an opening here, once, a passage through.
But this is not your dream architecture. This is not pizza.
You must trace your own maps. You must cut your own pie.
You look at me like I’m the weirdo. Like I’m the asshole.
Look. This is not my pizza. This is not even pizza.
Were you not listening to me?
This was a passage between.
And you are late.

Cargo shorts and a Ron Paul sticker? Bullshit! Where’s the necklace of human heads? The Satanic runes? The battle ax? Show some flair!

The new Facebook is making me want to turn off the internet and read a book.

Well played, multinational publishing conglomerates.

@zota for the week of 2011-09-08

  • Oh no no, file permissions. Fuck YOU! #
  • Aww. Poor Kafka is infinity limp.

    http://t.co/P0U3ekr http://t.co/B6lRnPh #

  • I used chown. Fixed problem. #wizard #lightningBolt #
  • I wanna click "like" on my fav parts of the Constitution, but I'm afraid it will spam me. #cyberneticBanality
    http://t.co/IGpLv2n #
  • "the government could no longer guarantee the security of its websites and urged the public not to log into into them"

    http://t.co/Cj3y6AC #

  • It spammed me. #
  • Switching from epic fantasy fiction to a sysadmin's emailed description of a network outage – no difference in language at all. #

Switching from epic fantasy fiction to a sysadmin’s emailed description of a network outage – no difference in language at all.