Something new is going to happen either way. So maybe you don't know me. Maybe I don't want to know you. Maybe nobody knows me. I don't care. I'm a writer and I've worked my ass off for the written word for ten years and been defeated over and over again. I don't think I'm… Continue reading March until the end of everything Day 1
Month: February 2014
Random Source #7
Random Source #6
“So instead of yelling ‘where am I’, cool it and look around and you will find out approximately…you were not there for the beginning. You will not be there for the end. Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.” Naked Lunch P. 184 William S. Burroughs. "Language is a… Continue reading Random Source #6
Getting back on track, a short (often sad) joke is all it is.
What's the word Joey Guantanamo? Didn't edit anything tonight for the first time in a long time and after waking up every hour and writing something new well I just woke up again. Sorry. sleeping on the job. I might get fired from writing corp and after that I guess I'll be able to sleep… Continue reading Getting back on track, a short (often sad) joke is all it is.
Dog days of winter notebook 2014, page three
What a strange era for some punk sociologist kid to think that being a writer was a good idea, in the age of a web site called so and so... The two things I think about the most are, where are my glasses and the coffee is cold. Come on old kid and just speak… Continue reading Dog days of winter notebook 2014, page three
Adventures In American Writing 