(Update of Words Concerning Plans for Words) Well if anyone reads my blog, they will soon come to understand, that all of this nonsense is about keeping my obsessive postmodern-mind on track, at least with writing. But truthfully I’ll come clean to the scanning eyes: writing has never been a problem for me. I’ll talk… Continue reading A Typed Itinerary and those out of nowhere memories about Star Wars and Tuna Helper (part one)
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Not Words, really just a note to self.
I'm really busy creating and learning to be an artist lately, a stranger to where he grew up, just a human that is torn by his hometown, and my books are quickly coming along. I'm really tired and about to go to bed, but since I've been diligent in posting on this blog on a daily basis I… Continue reading Not Words, really just a note to self.
Real American Dudes Only Talk About Sports. “Science? What are you, a liberal or something?”
April fool’s day twenty-twelve, a day when every cyber face is a jester, a day when I stop making jokes. What is on my mind right now? Only that I feel like my stomach is falling out of my toes. I drank way too much last night and stayed up way too late, and the… Continue reading Real American Dudes Only Talk About Sports. “Science? What are you, a liberal or something?”
Random Saturday Thoughts
Thoughts: On my Generation: This really was the end of happiness for me. All these years later, I'm still pissed about this system. Sega Cd is when america at last started to fall apart, the end of the golden years, the end of innocence. Sega Cd can be blamed for every major problem in my… Continue reading Random Saturday Thoughts
A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)
We grow. Yes. We must. A great artist, was one that was said to really know how to see the jukebox, and said it looked like a coffin. A great artist was just a person who was born in Mississippi or Baton Rouge during a strange season when snowy hills were powdered on the bayou.… Continue reading A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)
Adventures In American Writing 