MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE: THE DEAD WALK LESS CLUMSY THAN YOU THINK

Rumble rumble rumble goes the engines of Spaceship-Omega. Here aboard, I’m straight chilling. It is Sunday whilst I type this, though for those without premonition and-or access to dimensions where it is not so, the column won’t be going up until Monday at 9 am. Hello! From the past! The aforementioned column is Monday Morning Commute. Within its walls we share the Enjoyable that we are partaking in during a given week. It’s a simple conceit, and through its execution we brighten our respective Existences. Communal exchange of arts. Maybe even fluids. If you do find a dance partner, please relegate your interfacing to the designated rooms upon the Spaceship.

Let’s do this.

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I’m totally anticipating the Aesop Rock & Kimya Dawson collaboration, The Uncluded.
A folk & hip-hop collaboration? Boom! Sign me up. I am not much familiar with Kimya Dawson, but the Ace is my favorite of hippy-hopping artists. I’m sure Dawson is wonderful, and I would partake in an Aesop Rock collaboration with pretty much anyone. The dude just does it for me. I haven’t partaken in any early cuts, so I’m not sure what to expect on Tuesday. You know, aside from some gorgeous mind-warping lyrics and the such.

I’m just penning bullshit.

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What the fuck is this shit: Resurrect Dead: The Mystery of the Toynbee Tiles
Every time I have to write something, or fold laundry (of which I am doing both right now, as well as drinking Diet Dew), I queue up some ridiculous conspiracy documentary on Netflix. Usually they’re just background ramblings. I figure that I am ingesting them in the background. As I type, the nonsense worms its way unnoticed into my skull-bits. I also figure that when I finally snap, all of these gatherings will manifest into one utterly unfathomable madness. I will be running down the street, shit-flecked butt cheeks slagging in the wind. With my Twizzlers in my nose and a crushed Diet Dew can in my hand, I’ll scream some monstrous amalgam of all these mutterings.

So uh, wait?

Yeah, yeah. However, this particular one Resurrect Dead is pretty awesome. I’m watching it as I type this, so maybe it all goes to shit. However, it circles around a series of hundreds (I think? I am writing and folding laundry) of tiles across multiple cities proclaiming madness and resurrection. I really like it.

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I’m fucking moving this weekend.
Mrs. Caffeine Powered and myself are gathering our articles this weekend and shuffling into a new abode. Tres exciting! That is French for very fucking exciting. It shall be the first time we’ve moved together. You see, I had slowly evolved into living in what was previously her apartment. This new one is ours! So I shall have certain empowerments! My decorations! This! That!

Naw, I don’t really care.

I’m a pretty simple guy. I don’t really care where I live or what it looks like, or what sort of clothes I’m wearing or what kind of car I drive. Seriously. However, if you change my desktop? I will fucking freak out. Seriously. Such is modern life or something.

Anyways – I do have a certain amount of anxieties. Like, how awful will my commute be? Will our Modern Living Cell Mates hear our vigorous fuck sessions? Do I mount or not mount the giant plasma wide-screen son of a bitch I bought (with money I shouldn’t have spent)?

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Those are the couple of things on my mind this week, friends. How about yourselves?