"…that old shithole New York where I was born… A place where I knew nothing but starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration, every god damn thing — nothing but misery. Every bloody street I looked down I see nothing but misery, nothing but monsters …today I think it’s the ugliest and shittiest city in the world…When I… Continue reading Writing Thoughts by Dead Writers, Henry Miller, Every Day We Slaughter Our Finest Impulses
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Unknown for Now
(Fear) I fear the unknown Fear The sounds that don’t care Fear the end of this written song Fear Fear The wood that it may tip over and burn the forest down Fear Always the fear of death Fear That I’m not a nice enough person And man As an American As a man As… Continue reading Unknown for Now
Past Adventures in American Writing, by Dead Writers, 1
This is one of the greatest adventures in the history of American Writing. Below is a fifteen minute video of a documentary about Hunter S. Thompson and the time he ran for political office in the city of Aspen. Rum Diaries was alright, and it's always nice to see Hunters words on film, but really, they should make… Continue reading Past Adventures in American Writing, by Dead Writers, 1
The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
"Now I’m riding the underground trolley back in forth in the Atlanta airport. In the most densely populated airport in America I’m the only one around, well except for night-shift workers, but they’re not on the train. I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around this airport like… Continue reading Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
Adventures In American Writing 