When Rotten sang no future
this is what he meant

The vastness of his inner desolation was grotesquely disproportionate to his worldly significance.

The new merged corporation will be headquartered everywhere and will cut 100% of its workforce.

A ghost in a dream in a story by an anonymous author on a deactivated account of a defunct social media platform.

You’ve found the perfect pair of glasses,
but you still feel like an asshole.

Diagnosis: zero personality disorder.

With art, he said, it’s not the thing that’s the thing, it’s the thing behind the thing.

You’ve done your market research and you’ve ended up with your great big pile of shit.

Please take a few minutes to complete this brief survey:

_ maudlin
_ vaguely amusing
_ pointless
_ cringe-inducing
_ naive
_ pretentious
_ absent any discernible qualities
_ tedious
_ beinahe nichts

Although he thought of himself as a “regular” there, he always had to wait to be seated. One night as the hostess went looking for his table, he snuck a look at the note next to his reservation. It said asshole.

Imaginative acts were denounced as vectors of postcolonial oppression.

I never saw him that he wasn’t wearing a shirt with large square fold marks, as if he’d just come out of a store, pulled it from its package, and put it on.

Your entire existence has been a fight not to die. When will you live?

Options for aging designers:
1) white jeans/looking like douche
2) design blog/looking like douche
3) gallery show/looking like douche
4) surfing/looking like douche
5) teaching/being douche