#nick perry

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Seeing a robin always cheers me up😁

📸 by Nick Perry @nickperry82

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Thinking About Architecture

Thinking about architecture about the necessity of chance on a Nickanee’s patio with a group of people adjacent. 

Adjacent and discussing Chinese food in a manner that strikes you as the talk of pure imbeciles that like if chance is necessary? 

And it has to be necessary otherwise everything would become irreparably fixed but if it’s in fact necessary then it’s also in a sense fixed essentially being a necessity?—puzzling. 

There’s a little triangle tattooed on a pinky finger there’s no individual ecstasy in architecture only during periods of intense collectivism at any given time it’s difficult. 

It’s challenging to quantify the amount of conversing occurring on the planet that’s architecture in a sense guy with a hook nose intensely biting his fingernails as upper middle class whites watch in awe. 

As other upper middle class whites recreate a modal jazz that was cutting edge in nineteen sixty five on Elmwood Avenue you recall images. 

Which informs your decision making in material ways recollected images are animated and in turn falsified solely in your mind. 

Which exists in a location that you can’t quite place at the time as you cross a windy Washington Street bridge a figure of this or that proportion is constructed in your memory. 

What we call your memory currently we���ll call it your memory to move out of the realm of seminal attraction into one of pure representation. 

[jtownraindancer]

Not sure how many of y'all are interested, but I found a gem on YouTube today:

This is a recording of a 2013 radio adaptation of He Died With His Eyes Open by Derek Raymond. Burn Gorman plays the titular Detective, investigating a rather gruesome murder in 1980s London.

An immersive experience clocking in at 1 hour, 25-ish minutes, I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys murder mysteries, audiobooks and podcasts, or some juicy drama.

Also featuring Toby Jones as Charlie and Tanya Franks as Babs.

[animentality]

[kafkamus]

i don’t know how to explain to normal people that i’m madly in love and feel an actual emotional bond with a fictional character without sounding like i should be locked in a psych ward.

[jungledboy]

my beautiful and wonderful princess, matthew jackson

[icemavly]

CHARLIE DALTON AND PETE MITCHELL. DAMN IT, NEIL. THE NAME IS NUWANDA / I’M MAVERICK. richard siken, war of the foxes. natalie diaz, a brother named gethsemane. crywank, only everyone can judge me. trista mateer, ask again later. reddit discussion, “why are some people so confident?”

[iswimmi-art]

Happy Halloween have a generously gifted intestine cake

[youngbucksvibes]

He said:

[nitttstdsdtoastd]

i have three modes: queercoded poet, queercoded newsboy, and queercoded unreliable narrator

[mjfass]

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Great Tit 6/1/2024 Cosmeston Lakes🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

📸 by Nick Perry

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Mojitos & Sushi

I don’t need alcohol, I need alcohol to be around people— I thought this for perhaps the first time while blackout drunk with Ethel, drinking Mojitos and eating sushi, things, to that point, I’d never really experienced so fluidly with a female, but perhaps, I’m thinking now, I actually thought this sentence for the first time this morning, jotted it down while half asleep, and I’m now shamelessly superimposing the thought onto a night where I was allegedly blackout drunk with Ethel, drinking Mojitos and eating sushi. Alcohol had undoubtedly contributed as much if not more to my deterioration as an artist, to my deterioration as a human being, as any of my friends, as any of my debt. Abusing alcohol to make myself semi-functional in social settings, in many ways, killed me—it killed the “real” me (which was admittedly a me probably equally steeped in lies and denial) in favor of constructing a “socially palatable” me, or at least it made others seem “socially palatable” to me, even if I was incoherent, or perhaps because I was incoherent.

But, looking back, what choice does a person really have—assuming you always find yourself extremely socially anxious, possibly to a paralyzing degree? Is being a drunken fool worse than any of the immediate, plausible alternatives? At the time I didn’t think so—being a drunken fool was perfectly fine.

Ethel didn’t think so either—or at least she didn’t state she thought so explicitly.

Why not be drunken fools, eating sushi and drinking Mojitos?

We were having a great time; the sushi was delicious, definitely overpriced but still delicious, and the fact of the matter was any time we weren’t in the presence of Briana and Mike was refreshing to us, it seemed as though we both agreed that their presence had become increasingly cumbersome—we both agreed that since we were getting along so well, and since Briana and Mike hardly ever got along well (never mind as well as we were getting along), that they may have been a little jealous—that maybe they were trying to “sabotage” our good times.

Who needs them?! we said, sitting at the bar, blackout drunk, eating sushi.

Honestly, and I don’t mean this in a bad way, but Briana is definitely at least a little jealous of you; she’s just, I don’t know, a little sick in the head, I said, sitting at the bar, chewing a piece of sushi.

I totally agree, Ethel said, also chewing a piece of sushi, I mean I’ve been, like, best friends with Briana for years! But we also have periods like this. When I was dating Chad she refused to talk to me, and that was for almost three years.

And Mike? Listen, I like Mike, I said, washing down my sushi with a healthy gulp of Mojito, but me and him? There’s always been a little bit of a tension there, I thought at least. It’s like, I don’t know, I kind of feel like Briana always used to come onto me, and—personally—I felt really uncomfortable about it. But what am I supposed to say?! But, at the same time, I could see where, from his perspective, that could be annoying—and maybe that’s kind of informed that tension?

Oh, totally! Ethel replied, washing down her sushi with a healthy gulp of Mojito, Briana totally wants you! And Mike knows. He’s not stupid. He knows. But it’s not like it’s your fault; it’s his girlfriend. So it’s so unfair of him to take that out on you.

Well, I don’t wanna say he’s necessarily taking it out on—

But you know what I mean!

Oh, absolutely, I said. And I totally agree, by the way …  I mean, Briana—to an extent—brings it on herself; I think we have to admit that. But don’t get me wrong, she’s great, totally great, when it comes to hospitality, when it comes to home cleanliness—she’s like the ideal girl when it comes to things like that. But let’s face it: her utter lack of self-esteem ultimately informs the majority of her interpersonal decision making.

I began my attempt to make eye contact with the bartender, hoping to refill my Mojito.

Yes, Ethel said, she’s only fucking these other dudes because she’s insecure about her position with Mike, which—by the way—is partially on Mike, too! How much of a dick can you be to someone? Geez! I mean, going skiing for four days and not even replying to any of her texts—like, what do you expect?!

I began to draw the beginnings of what would later become a more fleshed out correlation between Briana “banging dudes because she’s insecure about her position with Mike” and Ethel’s own “banging” of “dude(s)” (myself, others?) in relation to her position with her boyfriend.

Yeah, I said, it’s not totally on her. It’s definitely partially on Mike. Plus, her home life? The inflection of my voice was incredulous as I finally grabbed the attention of the bartender. I said yeah, can I, uh, have a refill of this? Ethel do you want—

No, I’m ok right now, she said, I actually still have a, uh, good amount left. She motioned to the bartender and glanced at her about half-full Mojito. It was considerate of her to wait on ordering another, somewhat pricey, Mojito; why be gluttonous on another person’s tab?

But yeah, I said as the bartender walked away, that probably plays a part in all of this too. Does she even know who her dad is? Environment plays a part in how each of us turn out. I hate to say it, but it’s a fact.

Oh, absolutely! Ethel began, I mean, I feel like you and I—we both come from really strong family backgrounds.

Oh I’m so family oriented! I replied, now more visibly intoxicated than ever, I love my family; we’re really close.

Exactly, Ethel replied, same here. I’m so close with my family, then I said I’m also extremely close with my family.

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mywifeistextingmeshesaidISawThatareyouOkayhoney

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