The passengers just want to go home, and for most of these people they have no clue where home is anymore. They’re just going somewhere, who knows, probably to a new city, because they still love life and want to smile once more without forcing feelings that aren’t there just yet. These people believe in… Continue reading You want to know where people really think? (re-edit)
Month: September 2012
Writing Thoughts by Dead Writers, Henry Miller, Every Day We Slaughter Our Finest Impulses
"…that old shithole New York where I was born… A place where I knew nothing but starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration, every god damn thing — nothing but misery. Every bloody street I looked down I see nothing but misery, nothing but monsters …today I think it’s the ugliest and shittiest city in the world…When I… Continue reading Writing Thoughts by Dead Writers, Henry Miller, Every Day We Slaughter Our Finest Impulses
Unknown for Now
(Fear) I fear the unknown Fear The sounds that don’t care Fear the end of this written song Fear Fear The wood that it may tip over and burn the forest down Fear Always the fear of death Fear That I’m not a nice enough person And man As an American As a man As… Continue reading Unknown for Now
Past Adventures in American Writing, by Dead Writers, 1
This is one of the greatest adventures in the history of American Writing. Below is a fifteen minute video of a documentary about Hunter S. Thompson and the time he ran for political office in the city of Aspen. Rum Diaries was alright, and it's always nice to see Hunters words on film, but really, they should make… Continue reading Past Adventures in American Writing, by Dead Writers, 1
A 24 hour subjective mash up in Reverse. (contains bad words society)
I made that, for fun, to do my part. Now for some music to read along with. This is good Sunday Sun music to blend with the grass and the falling shadows, and as ants crawl over my toes I don't even care; everything just is smashed together with my coffee buzz and this super… Continue reading A 24 hour subjective mash up in Reverse. (contains bad words society)
Adventures In American Writing 