The secret smudge in the back of your soul

Where can I find a really big, comfy sofa? Not long or wide, but DEEP?

It's supposedly The Seat of Sadness, innit? (cf. Damasio, Grabowski, Bechara, Ponto, Hichwa (1998) 'Neural correlates of the experience of emotion', Society for Neuroscience Abstracts 24:258)

Sweety-girl, 23, Finance, Jakarta, Java, ID

Text taken verbatim from metrodate.com

The falsehood is always more interesting, viable, and powerful than the truth

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XFMflower, 34, Medical/Dental, London, UK

Text taken verbatim from http://www.encounters.timesonline.co.uk

The Dewey Decimal argument

This radio 4 programme on Dewey made my week.

Any resemblance to persons living or dead

Growth is always loss

It usually takes about a week off Prozac to remind me just how unremittingly shit life is

singleman23, 39 years old, scientist, Cerkllje Ob Krki, Jugovzhodna, Slovenia

Text taken verbatim from metrodate.com

All creations, in order to thrill, must be able to exist in the radical absence of every empirically determined role

Nadler has been designing these Calvinoesque creations for years.
It's good to see he's now building them.
I believe he's going to take this one onto Dragon's Den.

Normal human misery

Your heart is a strange little orange to peel

SatisfactionGuaranteed, 22, London

Text taken verbatim from Metrodate.com

Watch the colour run up the blade

Pay attention to your pooh and it too will reveal things about you

If you've yet to experience the delicious dissection of bowel movements and beveled, even bedeviled moments that make up the 'secret' life of my therapist, I commend you to pay him a visit.

Because I'm (fucking) worth it

Don't knock the goo until you've tried it.
The Finger Drum Kit however is as pointless as it looks.

Like a Grail in some sculpted precinct, I am transported with angelic nonchalance

Atrahasis77, 30, Brooklyn NY

Text taken verbatim from a profile on jdate.com

Every little shift towards comfort is a manoeuvre of capital loaned off into the jungle of interest

(In the collection of Dr. J Glover, London)

When youre down and troubled, and you need a helping hand

Friends cost you £37.20 a year. Each.

A fact brought to you by The Scotsman. Surprise, surprise.

Thus each day in the sacred place they kneel

I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls

Death of a naturalist

Illustration Friday Night in-joke

Perspective is all

He fastens on you till he reads you dead, /And like a leech, voracious of his food, /Quits not his cruel hold till gorged with blood

Everyday on the bus I go past Blood Brothers Tattoo parlour.
Sometimes I think of Franko B and sometimes I think of Gina Pane.
But for some reason, I never think of getting a tattoo myself.

The epistemological limitations of my cosmogony

Riffing off a drawing by Nadler and Cowboydog

Where there is a stink of shit there is a smell of being

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities?

The aura or perceived potency of presence of poor drawing skills is seemingly enhanced, not diminished, in the age of mechanical reproduction

When will I become as a swallow, so I will stop being silent?