And that’s what I am, a bloody working man, and I have to believe that I’m working for something, I mean, why else would I do it? And usually I forget about my born-with intuition of surrendering to the times and the life of being a writer, but sometimes I have to shut down the… Continue reading I hate american television
Winter/Spring 2013 Visual Portfolio, For Andrew H.Kuharevicz
that…wait…
Always this kind of empty enthusiasm when I open my eyes to this physical presence, these days filled with old songs and old words constantly growing and dying and always I’m exhilarated when I land or fall out those doors with these stranger eyes, feeling like an adventurer when I’m back, back….back, again. Right away,… Continue reading that…wait…
A Brief Translation of Taps ( From Far Out There)
I don’t like any of this. I never asked to live. I only do. And I’m back at, IT... Shit. My Back hurts from the long walks with empty talks with the long list of who gives a fuck. I feel like I’m already dead and I smell like it, shit, and I’ll say it… Continue reading A Brief Translation of Taps ( From Far Out There)
Adventures In American Writing 