Dan Magers writes some messed-up shit. I don’t really mean messed-up in the sense that it is jacked or bizarre, though he does manage to get poetically unorthodox shit like Cash Money Millionaires, Morrissey album counts, sexy Muppets, and weed and Paxil and Vicodin into scenes where you would not ordinarily expect them. I mean that in Dan Magers’ text the range of logic and approach to how we normally read and receive information is perverted, though in an alarmingly casual way. Like at first it seems you’re being spoken to in party conversation talk, then it seems maybe like you’re on Twitter, then suddenly you’re digging through one of Wittgenstein’s notebooks, then you’re reading a letter from someone you used to know. It swims together into a thing that’s singularly Magers. It's a lot like staring into those Magic Eye paintings at the mall, which I could never do, and so ended up just seeing all these flecks of color flexing against themselves, and all the mall voices weaving into that.
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so I need to make a necessary improvement. I am a nationally-known public speaker. Sexy like a Muppet,
guzzling Diet Cokes like I was Bill Clinton, my blankness is the blankness of Reagan. Then I became hungry like a fat person. In preparation for Fucktime,
I threw my bedding in the dryer
that was defective and everything burned.My friend Rob said it smelled like skin.
You know what it was?It was the beginning of tomorrow.
And today is all your life will ever be.---Mercy FuckI’ve seen everything that’s funny on the internet.
Rockstar of masturbation and hot dog violence.I serve everything I get.
What comes in is entered out of pity.Oh my god, it’s happening!Thinking about the history of death metal,
I realized I know nothing about death metal
and had a panic attack.I tried to mouth off to some people,
and they just took it.What a wimpy Halloween.---(Untitled)Even though I’m hanging out with white people,
it’s turning out pretty well.Why would I pee on the bath mat? The toilet is right there.I tried to start a rumor that Cecilia’s career would stall
because she was epileptic, and when she would perform in discos,
she will have seizures.It’s as if the wind just dies away,
but this is not the masochistic work of man. It is nature within man.Eventually she transforms into a tree and it is beautiful.It heals.
That’s the power of skin.And when I die, I’ll just be dead.@blakebutler