B R A V E S O U L S R E C E I V E
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NOTHING IS POSTED TODAY
BY NO ONE
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| [hello visitor. this is where text
typically occurs. today there is no new posting on this site, as you can
see. it is not your fault. no one accuses you. if one were accusing, he
or she would type in all capital letters, "what have you done?". . .
what
you did is not the reason for there being nothing new today, and notice
that no one bothered with capitals . . . when will there be something
new on the site, written by someone instead of no one, accompanied by a
photograph instead of bracketed text that doesn't even say something art-historical
and derivative like
this is not a picture?!?. . . . . maybe tomorrow
or the next day, maybe we'll begin posting again . . . . what does it matter?
when was the last time you checked the site anyway? huh? maybe we're tired
of putting new things up each day, only to post something new the next
day, which we then feel compelled to replace the following day in favor
of something else . . . . do you ever feel that way? every day replacing
one thing for another? each day something new? do you ever feel like that?
if so, how does all this replacing affect you? does it take a heavy toll?
perhaps you've had similar experiences with this constant exchange, one
thing for another? maybe, like us, you want to replace something with NOTHING,
cut out all the shit, scrape the buildup, the mucky residue left behind
by the daily grind. you just want to see open, empty, blank space, like
this. on hot, humid, sticky days like today, all you want is rain to come
and wash it all away. . . . we'll get over it though - tomorrow or the
next we'll post something . . . it's not like we don't have things
to post, it's just that we don't want to post them just right now,
you understand the difference . . . . it's like in a horror film with lots
of good slasher scenes. those scenes, the pure gore, the ones that you
pay to see, they account for only a fraction of the total running time.
so i suppose you should think of today's lack of a new posting as an
empty moment of suspense. i promise the money shots are imminent. good
stuff. scary stuff. but if it all appeared in daily sucession, every day
a "big scene," then nothing would ever scare you. so consider today's lack
of something new like bandaged fingers meandering along the chipped
keys of an electric piano, with lots of echo on it making it sound all
suspenseful and shit. or maybe, in its own longwinded way, this NOTHING
you've just read is like
a drum roll for something that will happen soon, if not later today . .
. AT ANY MOMENT - WE
STRIKE.]
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B R A V E S O U L S R E C E I V E
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READ THE FOLLOWING BEFORE PROCEEDING:
Zadie Smith's "On the Road:
American Writers And Their
Hair"
Shauna McKenna's
"Breanna Dawson, Career
Girl"
Tom Bradley's "Proving Grounds"