Month: December 2012
Bat Bite
Two Weeks ago I was bitten by a bat. Got shot. That's it. That's what happened. I got bitten by a damn bat. I kept writing. The whole thing was just, weird. Today I write inside. Not because of the bat, but because it is cold.
Digital Blinks #16: Another Year Part 2, Typing Machines and Typing Places.
One of these days I'll get around to creating a page with full names of the many tapping machines that I've used over the years. For a record of sorts. Blah blah. People like me don't get vacations, for now. So on with the show. Peace.
What’s he doing?
I’m just a normal growing up American writer man trying to get to the south before the snow claims my youth. Just learning all about how America and the World really is, and I’m a wandering fool sometimes, and ha, I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around… Continue reading What’s he doing?
(Spacetime)
Crazy…and almost too damn crazy, and that word, crazy, such an interesting word. But aren't they all? Words interest me, and why? Because they’re in my damn head, which allows me not to doubt my existence, which I would love to do, and damn, I’m a human. I can’t get over, that I’m a human. HUMAN and ALIVE, WORDS in HEAD,… Continue reading (Spacetime)
Adventures In American Writing 