after I smoke a smoke and contemplate killing myself. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? It's OK to say what everybody thinks once in a while. It's OK not to be happy. The world is on fire, You know it, I know it, and awe chucks Mr., well yeah, They've always known all about it. Lets not play duck duck goose for the civility really… Continue reading some words…
Tag: journalism
It doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not
Remember when I crashed the car? I backed up and nothing, and there was this smell; the car was growling like a mad dove. There wasn't even any pain, at least not physically, but mentally, the same anger that I tried to run away from year after year, and it came to this point, to the fire,… Continue reading It doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not
Love
I fell asleep with the television on. Some show about white trash doing white trash things. That being said, I wake up in a terrible mood in a terrible motel and man, it’s time to get back to the small town blues with small town looks and nothing is flowing today. I’m in a funk.… Continue reading Love
Winter/Spring 2013 Visual Portfolio, For Andrew H.Kuharevicz
that…wait…
Always this kind of empty enthusiasm when I open my eyes to this physical presence, these days filled with old songs and old words constantly growing and dying and always I’m exhilarated when I land or fall out those doors with these stranger eyes, feeling like an adventurer when I’m back, back….back, again. Right away,… Continue reading that…wait…
Adventures In American Writing 