Aesthetics of Surprise

I value surprise. I enjoy the unexpected. A blog that has no other purpose than to please me affords unprecedented opportunity to write like a motherfucker - without the limiting eye of a page-counting editor or the buzz-killing economics of traditional publishing.

It's fun for me. And I take fun wherever I can get it.

I can put stuff up and take it down at any time. Fuck you, mister word-counter. More importantly, fuck you mister it's-not-the-right-content or not-the-right-tone or it's-too-personal or it's-not-consistent or it's-not-what-you-expected or it's-not-the-right-genre. You're not my boss. Fuck you mister you-can't-put-up-more-than-one-post-in-24-hours.

You don't have to read this or anything else. I'm not your boss.

I want to lure you into a place of comfort then surprise you. I want you to think you are safe then pounce on you. Then when I open my mouth it's soft and warm inside. I won't harm you. But I will, I hope, make you ask questions.

What the fuck is she doing? Who does she think she is? Why am I oddly compelled to read this instead of working? or checking the New York Times? or my favorite porn site? or my friend's YouTube video?

I hope it's because you don't know where this is going. Maybe it's a little out of control. Maybe it will just stop.