(I'm fighting here, but if you want to read more, click one of the self-made advertisements along the path. They are revolutionary and bring freshness to your eyes. Thank you for reading) Walking three miles to sell typewriters on Ginsberg's birthday. O how the typewriter is holy, and america, go fuck yourself and your atom… Continue reading wanderings of a writer during war
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Questions from the streets NUMBER 1
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Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
A paragraph dictated directly from the chaos of my own thoughts: Regret, this is an aspect of art. Something that makes you human. The act of Burning Bridges is (a) sadly absurd but important sword to wield this day and age, and I'm sorry, but it's true: With their pop psychology and passe' metaphysics, burn the posers… Continue reading Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
I'm thirty one years old. Yeah. OK. The year is 2012. Yeah, and.. I'm Taking the time right now just to update myself (and readers ha!) on what I'm doing as far as writing right now. It is September 19th 2012, that's about one of the few things I think that I know for sure. Ha. No.… Continue reading No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
Who Wants a Fight? Writing by fictionalized dead writers, Ernest Hemingway, #1 (video and words)
"All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven't loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and… Continue reading Who Wants a Fight? Writing by fictionalized dead writers, Ernest Hemingway, #1 (video and words)
Adventures In American Writing 