March 2012
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February 2012
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bobby (digital) brings beats to my brain. he is a sampling auteur, genre-bending savant.
wu tang is for the children
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UT Jerk: Origin of Bobby Digital →
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“ It came from a really good bag of weed one day, right? I was in my studio. My birth name is Bobby Diggs. So at the time, creatively, I felt like I was in a digital frame. I felt like I was in high-speed, where everything was digital, in numbers, mathematics. I said to myself at the same time that as Bobby Digital, I could use a character to describe some of the earlier days of my...
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UT Jerk: Ferdinand Griffon as American Pilot →
utjerk:
“Sure, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, Hollywood, yeah, communist.” “Sure, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, Hollywood, yeah, communist.” “Sure, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, Hollywood, yeah, communist.” “Sure, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, Hollywood, yeah, communist.” “Sure, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, Hollywood, yeah, communist.” “Sure,…
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well it’ll be displayed
somewhat to my dismay
but sun jangles
and d absorbs
a tinny sound of deleuzeonal musing
s t a t i c precedes contempt
UT Jerk: 222 →
utjerk:
24 hour stubble,
Relaxed, I breathe, I smile,
I’m walking home,
And then there’s my missing eyes,
Which are repeatedly missing under rubble of purchase,
And then there’s my old glass,
I’m soaking it,
Tense, I hope, I dream
24 hour eye soak,
Tired, I clean, I eat
I’m cleaning the whole…
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S
Seth Schimmel and I spoke
A skyward dialectic
And I sipped from graduated coffee
And we spoke of dissolved societies and nodes and non-identity
but then we also marveled at simple
beauties
like how you can appreciate an object emotionally
meta
physically
and the beans grounded and swirling in my...
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Watchd e s c r i b i n g // y o u
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cquin:
“Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real...