Wasting time. He has wasted days and minutes and inhaled his memories, and for some reason he could taste sound, and each thought tasted as if they were humming the symphonic notes that sung out for more, more, more; an orchestration that has been growing in its elaboration with the passing of his entire life. The fall once… Continue reading North
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Short Post #2 (Short time travel story)
His name Gulliver, the kid of Carzann, and no shit, his name really was Gulliver, and from what I was told neither Her or Carzann had heard from Gulliver since the great Dollywood* debacle of 1989, and yeah, I’ll get to that in a second. But the madness, the dirtiness, the bugs and civil war… Continue reading Short Post #2 (Short time travel story)
‘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.
Adventures In American Writing 