Reporting and writing from somewhere around Ossineke Michigan. I think I may have lost it, or found it, but I have no regrets. I'm having fun, loving life, just wandering around and doing what I never would have thought I would even attempt. I'm Going to try and freight further north-west for only the third time… Continue reading Dino-Riders, Hey I just wanted to ride a T-rex
‘The Mad Storks’, Writing by Dead Writers, David Foster Wallace, #2
[It had started with Orin Incandenza, the cleaning. When relations were strained, or she was seized with anxiety at the seriousness and possible permanence of the thing in the back Bay's co-op, the getting high and cleaning became an important exercise, like creative visualization, a preview of the discipline and order with which she could survive alone if it came to that. She would get high and visualize herself… Continue reading ‘The Mad Storks’, Writing by Dead Writers, David Foster Wallace, #2
Over Here!Alone.Ah…
Toshiba Cobalt Blue and I are slowly choosing becoming exiles, for now.
A Short Story, A Spontanous Writing Experiment.
I'll be here all night. Figuring some stuff out. Experimenting with some dark matter. See you at sunrise. I don't even know what im going to write. Couple topics, some old memories, some future events that will never happen but be remembered more than those that did. I was going to keep editing but fuck… Continue reading A Short Story, A Spontanous Writing Experiment.
William S. Burroughs is a Bug
He hangs around on a James Joyce Collection — in Dreamland, MI.
Adventures In American Writing 