New day. It's cold and I didn't even finish one of my last cigarettes, and I cant afford to waste the vice to my addiction, but I think I zoned out and a new song is playing. It's john Lennon and he said he found out that there's no guru who can see through you...… Continue reading Another day in may #1
September Draft Pages (One of Two) Where Is Babushka?
as I've already said (see below for old notes) this is just a raw demo of a short book I'm working on for preparation reasons. "Started to take mental notes for The Future Book Of War. I think ill have to write many short stories before i even get to the novel. one will focus… Continue reading September Draft Pages (One of Two) Where Is Babushka?
Old Writing #11, ‘Hey I just wanted to ride a T-Rex”
September 8, 2012 · by A.H.K Beaten eyes, and I don’t have a single memory of happiness. My shoes are holy. I don’t care. Not really. Bending these fingers, to type these words, and for what? To feel Everything. To feel alive. Running back to the woods. A dog running from trucks. Rain splash and gun shots… Continue reading Old Writing #11, ‘Hey I just wanted to ride a T-Rex”
One more night
Another day and another chance to get sick. The rain is nothing short of a joke. The beard grows and the days are numbered for the people that say huh...even though they're not confused, they're just tired. The snake skin on the grass and the hawk over head. The people are nice until they are… Continue reading One more night
Thinking about the future of my books again, August 2014 Draft Pages
(This is a long post, intended to be read in more than one sitting. It will be the last post of august 2014) As the summer of chaos is slowing down and about over I'm thinking about work, stability, and the future of my book series that I had planned to be completed by 2016. I… Continue reading Thinking about the future of my books again, August 2014 Draft Pages
Adventures In American Writing 