Jack..."Incidentally, as for my bug against periods, that was for the prose in October in the Railroad Earth, very experimental, intended to clack along all the way like a steam engine pulling a one-hundred-car freight with a talky caboose at the end, that was my way at the time and it still can be done… Continue reading Writing Thoughts by Jack Kerouac, 1
Some of this has been posted. But never with an attempted real edit. I Don't know what to do with this material anymore, no book waiting for it, so Here it is in its full. I was looking to apply for jobs that I could use my degree with, such as marketing or analyzing data, going back to the cube, did… Continue reading For some reason, at this moment, I Don’t Give A Shit.
I'm a writer, a workhorse, an artist human writer blob of mass, and I try to keep this blog somewhat abstract and classy, but well, I cant catch a break, am tired as shit and only looking to relax. So as I go sit and wait in the backyard and try to think of something cool so I… Continue reading Why Now? Why Again? Hollywood and I guess what is an obsession with Classic books and Struggling writers
Remainders of memories Waiting to see what happens in the darkness it starts to rain. Darkness, only darkness; raining reminds me that I’m still alive as the drops seek into my skin. Darkness rain and the windows howl hoo, as if scared lil feet on wood of a lost lil ol lion dog. Rain drops… Continue reading So, what happens next?