Toshiba Cobalt Blue and I are slowly choosing becoming exiles, for now.
Tag: literature
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.
William S. Burroughs is a Bug
He hangs around on a James Joyce Collection — in Dreamland, MI.
I am where the wild things are.
Always. We're in this thing together. These words are what binds us, ghosts, forever, links us alive with the goodness of the human chain of events; zeros, light, stars, crunch, tears, yes, we're here. love. peace. Be nice. Be cool. Be you. Calm the sway of life. Learn. Grow. Drop. Fail. Just keep going. The world… Continue reading I am where the wild things are.
You want to know where people really think? (re-edit)
The passengers just want to go home, and for most of these people they have no clue where home is anymore. They’re just going somewhere, who knows, probably to a new city, because they still love life and want to smile once more without forcing feelings that aren’t there just yet. These people believe in… Continue reading You want to know where people really think? (re-edit)
Adventures In American Writing 