Blog by my friend about a zine he does, Awkward magazine - which hopefully I’ll be contributing to. I really like the way he writes - it’s kind of wordy, but shambolic and punctured by a self-deprecating self-awareness.
I particularly enjoy this manic diatribe:
“All that’s left now is to work work work and get better better better in the hope of one day scaling that monolith of apathy and confusion that threatens to beam us all off into no-where, from which vantage point we can commence to unleash the maelstrom of shit from our cosmically augmented arseholes down onto those still scrabbling around at the bottom trying to log onto Facebook with their raw, broken, shattered fingers. Fingers that they broke shielding their ugly and contorted faces from the TV screen on the day it took its mask off and revealed iself to be the lab-born child of Edward Bernays, Andy Warhol and a Space Lizard.”
