"…that old shithole New York where I was born… A place where I knew nothing but starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration, every god damn thing — nothing but misery. Every bloody street I looked down I see nothing but misery, nothing but monsters …today I think it’s the ugliest and shittiest city in the world…When I… Continue reading Writing Thoughts by Dead Writers, Henry Miller, Every Day We Slaughter Our Finest Impulses
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A 24 hour subjective mash up in Reverse. (contains bad words society)
I made that, for fun, to do my part. Now for some music to read along with. This is good Sunday Sun music to blend with the grass and the falling shadows, and as ants crawl over my toes I don't even care; everything just is smashed together with my coffee buzz and this super… Continue reading A 24 hour subjective mash up in Reverse. (contains bad words society)
Waiting for another Sunrise. (Fixed Consciousness)
Five A.M, back and forth my mind goes. Words and days and thoughts and time, so much time have I prepared for what I'm about to write for a brief passage of time, now gone, done, drafted, posted. Nothing slows down for me and neither does it for you. We can try to be critical… Continue reading Waiting for another Sunrise. (Fixed Consciousness)
The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
Buy A Book Week. West Vine Press: Summer Travelin’ Book,Vol, 2, by Andrew H. Kuharevicz
Summer Travelin' Book, 81 Adventures in American Writing Vol, 2, by Andrew H. Kuharevicz.
Adventures In American Writing 