We grow. Yes. We must. A great artist, was one that was said to really know how to see the jukebox, and said it looked like a coffin. A great artist was just a person who was born in Mississippi or Baton Rouge during a strange season when snowy hills were powdered on the bayou.… Continue reading A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)
I've had three typewriters that I've now used; a sears travel, a Remington noiseless steal from 1939, and a Smith Corona Galaxy twelve. The first two were left behind when I was forced to leave a city with as little as possible, or had to pay rent or eat. The last one wasn't mine but I used it to write a manuscript, so for me, it's as much… Continue reading Not Words Just adventures in New Machine and paper things
This is just a test, an experiment, a flow, a message that I transcribed last night and scribbled down frantically. It is a PDF formatted list of words when I for a moment could see through space/time. I'm kidding of course, its just spontaneous prose and it's mad and beautiful and real. I call it Spontaneous Prose in G. Reader be warned. k. Bye Spontaneous… Continue reading Spontaneous Prose in G
So I can't sleep. And I don't know, I thought I would ask the humans a question, but coming up with questions to ask humanity is difficult. Because as a person I can't really make sense (I'm just a monkey) with how we even talk to each other in the first place, let alone ask… Continue reading Questions for Humanity. Included are the A, B,C, and the Z variable.
Who cared? Who had time to stop for a moment in this fast paced and self-absorbed world? Who even had the time think anymore? Oh how I just wanted to taste the bottom layer of the American Dream, and even if I suffered from panic attacks and yearned for a life with an apartment that… Continue reading Blaise Blatin