Tag: life
some words…
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…
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
I hate american television
And that’s what I am, a bloody working man, and I have to believe that I’m working for something, I mean, why else would I do it? And usually I forget about my born-with intuition of surrendering to the times and the life of being a writer, but sometimes I have to shut down the… Continue reading I hate american television
Adventures In American Writing 