THE GOOD STUFF IN THE SIMULACRUM - LEAVE YOUR ALGORITHIM - SEARCH RANDOM WORDS ON EBAY - PRETEND FOR A DAY WIKIPEDIA IS THE ONLY INTERNET - IMAGINE THE WORST CASE SCENARIO AND BE YOURSELF AS IF IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN ANYWAYS - ADD TO THE EVER GENERATIVE UNIVERSAL REALM OF CREATIVITY  - EXPLORE THE IDEAS YOU WANT TO  ¯_(ツ)_/¯ OFF - LET YOUR BODY MOVE HOW IT WANTS TO - CONSIDER THE LILIES OR SOMETHING







do you ever do cinematic back at itself?
(you know what i mean)
i used to think being an actress meant you were vain. what if instead it means poking back at the screens that everyone is pointing to. humans are spending all their freetime watching television - why don’t you try giving the show something to watch for once? stick your tongue out at it and tell it to go fuck itself and that you can act that scene out better than this art-for-nothin actress!

mimicking human behavior is a craft and a skill but what about mimicking human behavior like a real human, defensive of the special human tricks that are now a homogenized retelling of other homogenized retellings?

we’re more than that dammit! we’ve got something to show!




julia butterfly hill



Courtney Love x Carrie Fisher conversation



Daddy Nathan








psychotic little film by anais nin and her love ian hugo





psychic tv with doug rushkoff on the keys




Self Projections, Late Night Celestial Protections, and  Friendship Selections.









first episode of under.fm!
underworld on the radiooowaves, some things from the site are mixed in, it is a collection of sounds and songs that have been in my life lately. it is all over the map :)






bug (they/them)



on selfishness - conversations with friends

“How do you guys practice selflessness when you’re feeling like a selfish 20 something” - coco

“Be absorbed in yourself and your projects and everything going on in your life! I think that’s way better than being overly absorbed in what other people are doing/ their lives
Idk to me just feels like you’re staying in your lane af and I think that’s actually a great thing and again really good for future self!! ” - kitty


being selfish is staying in your lane, the lane is the process of becoming, becoming is how we learn how to love

“I don’t subscribe to the “you don’t owe people anything do you bae” outlook but I do take the “you don’t owe others more than you owe yourself”” - annabeth



how could i dream of / such a selfless and true love / could i wash my hands of / just looking after me




started my saturday/ended my friday biking through brooklyn at 5am listening to this




yw :)


i visualize my years as an ocean instead of a timeline - i found overlapping waves crashing ungraciously into one another - like unsuspecting atomic bombs all circling themselves - it’s never really felt like a forward motion has it - a whip-around of memories and sensations ceaselessly recreating - until no one is around to see the water anymore - coco







the best ever cover from this gem of a soundcloud full of
covers by this person who was in a band called alien sex fiend - he has 100s of covers of all kinds of songs made solely on garage band - you’re welcome




(?????)





https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDTJ5LhSAE/?hl=en

What is the Underworld? by Sophie Strand


The Mahjar (pen league

a literary movement started by Arabic-speaking writers who had emigrated to America from Ottoman-ruled Lebanon, Syria and Palestine at the turn of the 20th century.



Four members of the Pen League in 1920. Left to right: Nasib Arida, Kahlil Gibran, Abd al-Masih Haddad, and Mikhail Naimy

The Pen League was the first Arabic-language literary society in North America, formed initially by Nasib Arida and Abd al-Masih Haddad in 1915 or 1916, and subsequently re-formed in 1920 by a larger group of Mahjari writers in New York led by Kahlil Gibran. They had been working closely since 1911. The league dissolved following Gibran's death in 1931 and Mikhail Naimy's return to Lebanon in 1932.

 




courtney love persephone collage - coco



i was thinking about being taller. what would it feel like to be 100 feet tall? like being 20 humans stacked on top of eachother? to be 1000 feet tall? like 200 humans?  what if you grew so much, that your head stuck out of the ozone? punched through the atmosphere? and then your head explodes because you are still made of the same stuff you were when you were small. so you explode. your head blows up like a balloon and your useless brain matter flies all over north america, followed by your body (giant) crashing towards the earth. europe gets the knees, russia is covered in your blood and squashed by your torso. your chaotic stump of a neck sinks into the ocean, along with your feet on the other side of the land mass (Atlantic toes). and everyone dies, or is covered in human. and no one can get it off because it’s everywhere and everything. and no one knows what to do.



what a divine band



starting a library of women and revolutionaries over here


︎︎︎more of the punk planet zine︎︎︎




The Flapper by Frank Xavier Leyendecker, 1922

flappers are cool because they sprung out of the world after the 1918 pandemic- realizing life wasn’t so serious after all.
“Flappers of the 1920s were young women known for their energetic freedom, embracing a lifestyle viewed by many at the time as outrageous, immoral or downright dangerous. Now considered the first generation of independent American women, flappers pushed barriers in economic, political and sexual freedom for women“




le libertaire by Joseph Déjacque




a comic i made in 2020 that i recently found deep in my computer - coco








Lucy

original song on ukulele by anonymous





john waters’ hairspray <3


M. K. Čiurlionis

a lithuanian artist who died at the age of 35. he was apparently very depressed but was able to make a whole realm of works ranging from astrological representations to biblical imagery to letter forms.








jonathan richman discussing his magical thoughts on the velvet underground







late 70s post punk hubba hubba








We went to the Taj Mahal and pressed
our turmeric-stained tongues like the tango of coy circling
In the mouth of the
river and behind the oval
caverns of our lips




This is a remix of we have come to bless the house by severed heads (1985). they’re an australian band from the late 70s, industrial and electronic synth punky breaker bones music. the remix is a little ethereal. - coco