Loved. This. Musing. Truly I did. And do.
From LeebyGeeby at Shamagaia. Well-written, insightful, and funny as hell … o … operator. Have a look; see for yourself.
Thanks L.G. This was good, fun, and yes, wise, medicine this afternoon.
The Chairman of The Bored himself, Iggy Pop, at Pink Pop 1987
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I don’t actually remember the last time I was this bored. Really bored. I’m talking Iggy Pop grade Chairman of the Board, bored: industrial strength bored. The kind of bored that makes you want to throw a fit on the floor and slap yourself a number of times just to have something to do. Angry-bored. I would almost go as far to say existentally bored, but nah, fuck it, that sounds way too much like hard work in the explanation department.
Why is this even blog-worthy you say? Well, because it’s just so damn rare for me to get bored.
So it’s different and meaningful. An opportunity to take a holiday from myself. A rare space in my ridiculous busy-busy-busy, “grown up” life. A chance to let myself burn down to the…
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