Let's go backwards through hell... what do you call this kind of writing...man? Rock and roll my friend. Rock. And. Roll. SHOES SHOES SHOES I put nickles in my penny loafers, and people seem to respect me more. Eight percent more. get it? I'm sorry society... But you can't wear sweatpants in public...deal? It just… Continue reading Wanderings of a writer in the digital age #3 (2014)
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ADVENTURES IN AMERICAN WRITING NUMBER ONE
I once had a professor tell me that I was a sissy boy. I wanted to report him. I didn't even know what he was talking about. He said, what you get on the A.C.T? you probably have a different iq. I said what are you saying? He said grow up boy, your mom wears… Continue reading ADVENTURES IN AMERICAN WRITING NUMBER ONE
Happy Birthday Old Dead Human Writer Man Lost In Time
Here’s some stuff. Fall Notebook, Page three.
Going back into novel mode. Done with the gonzo for a long time. Being a journalist is dirty. It's not really me. I'll do it if people want to pay me. It's bullshit. I can't do it. I have enough material and evidence now. I don't really need any more.I'm a writer. I make books.… Continue reading Here’s some stuff. Fall Notebook, Page three.
Froze (Fall Notebook, Page 1)
Needed to write something. I don't know what or why. overwhelmed. Froze up. Words. Don't want to express things just need to say things. Not depressed only troubled by the conflicting thoughts that aren't my own. Thoughts. words. Take a shower and felt better. People and expressions. War march from Washington for two weeks. building… Continue reading Froze (Fall Notebook, Page 1)
Adventures In American Writing 