Falling down hill. Walking on tops of tree branches. Breaking them on the way down. Barking dog, snarling Pomeranian, stabbed by stick and fall in ditch. I'm fine, only cuts on arms, tic-tac-toe and only one bleeding wound drips as I'm walking on tracks, off the normal road, not on the path, where helmets peddle screws of turning wheels. Swans swims… Continue reading Summer Notebook, page 71
Month: July 2012
Where do we go from here?
Viewing the man who was in the courtroom today, the Colorado spree shooter, I was thinking how the answers for this actions, his plot, might be hidden within some lost and under-read comic-book where the joker appears. Why he committed the crime might seem pointless for many, but it's just another event, just another depiction of utter madness, sadness, societal funk, that as a group of… Continue reading Where do we go from here?
People Things Just Pass, Summer Notebook, page 64
Take harness in the good ol' ricochet of life, like right now man, well I get to sit outside and wear my favorite tiger striped flannel listening to the bugs being born. Ah, and I make my own calender, so I say, that summer, has officially begun. There's still time to march on up to the… Continue reading People Things Just Pass, Summer Notebook, page 64
It’s all one big bat country
I was thinking about what Hunter S Thompson would say about the modern motorcycle culture, and well, this might not sound so nice, and I probably could be subjectively just in a bad mood tonight, I mean I am just getting through a breakup, but huh, I don't feel that down. Anyway, so this is what I wrote about this festival that is going on in… Continue reading It’s all one big bat country
And so, keepin’ on with this constant passing, of Time
So shoot kid, yeah, well we're here alright. And passed record stores and coffee shops, man, just passed so many drug stores and dog stores, well yeah, I'm burnt man, just burnt, and all heck, and as nothing changes, I'm back at...IT, but really, nope, I never left. And what ya got to say boy, well huh,… Continue reading And so, keepin’ on with this constant passing, of Time
Adventures In American Writing 