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rax ‘levon honkers’ king
@raxkingisdead.bsky.social
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Levon Honkers is the author of TACKY (2021) and SLOPPY (2025), as well as co-host of the podcast Low Culture Boil. She lives in Brooklyn.
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i got to do track star and it was so much fun! extremely embarrassed by the band that finally defeated me tho lol
December 9, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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‘no…not like this…’
December 8, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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there are people who think i’m joking or being hyperbolic. no. this is the literal, unexaggerated thing he’s doing with his time
cover of once upon a time in hollywood novel
December 8, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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wait lmao THIS is what this guy looks like? and he thinks come the revolution he’ll be at the long end of the noose? oh honey
joe lonsdale
December 7, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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and i waited and i waited like everybody else (june jordan)
Democracy Poem #1 BY JUNE JORDAN SHARE Tell them that I stood in line and I waited and I waited like everybody else But I never got called And I keep that scrap of paper in my pocket just in case
December 7, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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my princess i remain your sickening servant (kim addonizio)
I hate hearts please don't have one I wish you wouldn't call me I'm not waiting by the phone by the light of the clock in fact I'm really busy right now describing things that takes a lot of time you'd be surprised how much drinking & looking out the window it requires there's not much room for anything else all I need is a closet really a little space for a shoe & I can live on crackers no problem I love crackers are you eating some now what do they taste like are you taking them in your mouth then kissing my princess I remain your sickening servant
December 7, 2025 at 3:09 AM
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you jerk you didn’t call me up (bernadette mayer)
Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up BY BERNADETTE MAYER SHARE You jerk you didn't call me up I haven't seen you in so long You probably have a fucking tan & besides that instead of making love tonight You're drinking your parents to the airport I'm through with you bourgeois boys All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but Nowadays you guys settle for a couch By a soporific color cable t.v. set Instead of any arc of love, no wonder The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time Wake up! It's the middle of the night You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander
December 7, 2025 at 3:05 AM
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now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern (from frank o’hara’s mayakovsky)
4 Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey. It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again.
December 7, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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all of this be the verse
This Be The Verse BY PHILIP LARKIN SHARE They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.
December 7, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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than gin-&-limes you are cooler, darling, o come back to me (john berryman)
Sonnet 43 You should be gone in winter, that Nature mourn With me your anarch separation, call- ing warmth all with you: as more poetical Than to be left biting the dog-days, lorn Alone when all else burgeons, brides are born, Children yet (some) begotten, every wall Clasped by its vine here . . crony alcohol Comfort as random as the unicorn.Listen, for poets are feigned to lie, and I For you a liar am a thousand times, Scars of these months blazon like a decree; I would have you—a liner pulls the sky— Trust when I mumble me. Than gin-&-limes You are cooler, darling, O come back to me.
December 7, 2025 at 3:00 AM
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some actor who looked a lot like mel brooks had a cameo in Death By Lightning so i googled to see if it was him and got this really helpful search result
google’s AI overview for the search for mel brooks death by lightning: Mel Brooks is alive and well and celebrated his 99th birthday in June 2025; he did not die by lightning.
December 6, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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i wrote about why exactly i love ran-thru bald men so much
www.patreon.com/posts/145164...
I have long championed the Ruint Man, he of the working man's gut and the large print pill organizer. Slap a deep forehead wrinkle and a receding hairline on a basketball, and I'll probably get pretty far into attempting to fuck it before noticing the difference. You've heard of the "green flash," this ray of green light visible only for a couple seconds just before the sun goes down? Something similar is going on with the Ruint Man, who is finally old enough to have a sense of self, but not so old he can't pop his own boners. The Ruint Man of my dreams is roughly of "compulsory colonoscopy age." He knows what he wants out of life and relationships and sex. He's shed nearly all the crazed self-consciousness that leads virginal young men into the manosphere. Even the Ruint Man who rents has made impressively permanent decisions with his living space: art in frames, bookcases anchored to walls. Perhaps most commendably, he has a sense of style.
December 5, 2025 at 9:46 PM
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nobody understands me
me: you ever notice you can pair any two monosyllabic words together and it’ll sound like an action comedy Sex Jail Crime Boys Gun Dog friend: Rax do you not have a job you need to go to or something? me: unfortunately having thoughts like this IS my job friend: Lucky me me: Get Mike
December 5, 2025 at 6:39 PM
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a friend got to unexpectedly hang out with ian mackaye the other day. naturally i played it cool
me: AAAAAAAAAAA TELL HIM friend: No. me: TELL HIM friend: Hahahahaha me: that’s okay idek what i need to tell him friend: Hahahaha okay if you figure it out still no. me: oh come on what if it’s something normal friend: It won’t be normal if I say it to him! me: you don’t think you could pull off ‘i wanna live under your beanie and control your body like a ratatouille’
December 4, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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meme of eli baptizing daniel in there will be blood but eli is labeled ‘god’ and daniel is ‘my dumb fucking alcoholic ass’
December 4, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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jerry seinfeld with a mic
December 4, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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‘cast it into the fire’ from lord of the rings but instead it says ‘toss it into the grumley’
December 4, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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December 2, 2025 at 11:50 PM
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fixating on the substances in the last waltz means missing the point
flaminghydra.com/issue-454/#t...
For a certain type of viewer, the coke booger reads as a betrayal of the craft, exposing that which we all suspected was there but might have preferred not to see. Because Neil Young is on coke while singing about that town in North Ontario, they might imagine that the beauty of the song originates in the coke. If they can’t see the drugs, they can believe Young alone made that magic; reveal the drugs, and they feel like victims of a confidence trick that the hustler wasn’t even skilled enough to pull off properly. As a sober person I’m often tempted to feel the same way when a person’s drug use breaches containment and becomes obvious. An unusually chatty conversational partner is suddenly revealed as just one more coke-mouth outpacing the brain behind it; a person who’d seemed to be enamored of my company turns out to be far more enamored of a substance; in these cases, I end up feeling ripped off. Lied to, at least by omission, because the one thing no coked-up person will ever admit is that the drug is the source of their palpable insights and enthusiasms. And yet, to fixate on Neil Young’s nostril or jaw is to relinquish an opportunity for enchantment, to miss the forest for some very boring trees indeed. I laugh fondly at the sight of it every year, but I’m not about to let a bead of fifty-year-old dried mucus set the terms of my experience with “Helpless,” which in this version is wrenching and ghostly.
December 2, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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i wrote for flaming hydra about my sober-addict relationship to all the drug use in The Last Waltz
flaminghydra.com/issue-454/#t...
Ask a casual viewer for their favorite detail from The Last Waltz, Martin Scorsese’s 1978 documentary about The Band’s final performance at San Francisco’s Winterland Ballroom, and they’ll likely respond with Neil Young’s infamous cocaine booger. When Young joins The Band onstage for a tearjerking performance of “Helpless,” there it is, a crusty white stowaway dangling from his nose so ostentatiously that no amount of editing was evidently able to remove it. The booger may be what first betrays him, but once you see that, you can’t help but notice Young’s jaw appears to be screwed on sideways, too; he simply cannot keep his teeth from grinding. From there it’s a short leap to noticing how much all these performers sweat, scrutinizing their uniformly saucer-sized pupils, and realizing that maybe Robbie Robertson doesn’t say insane shit like “the beginning of the beginning of the end of the beginning” unless he’s high. If you’re not careful, the specter of coke will haunt your entire experience of The Last Waltz. You’ll see it everywhere, and it will derange you, until the songs no longer make you cry because they’re making you feel cheated instead.
December 2, 2025 at 10:47 PM
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really? no replacements found? you sure? none at all come to mind?
a text draft including the misspelling ‘cocainw’ which is highlighted with a note saying ‘no replacements found’
December 2, 2025 at 6:51 PM
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who’s on first
December 2, 2025 at 1:41 PM
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when they ask what my book is about and i have to be like ‘myself’
guess i’ll die
December 1, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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me wishing i’d wiped the cranberry sauce off my chin before posting
neil young at the last waltz
December 1, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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god bless fashion brand company for making dresses you can actually see a body in because this era of shapeless sacks has been hell for short curvy broads
rax wearing a fitted black lace dress and boots
December 1, 2025 at 7:38 PM