It's ok (Spontaneous Prose).
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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)
Dino-Riders, Hey I just wanted to ride a T-rex
Reporting and writing from somewhere around Ossineke Michigan. I think I may have lost it, or found it, but I have no regrets. I'm having fun, loving life, just wandering around and doing what I never would have thought I would even attempt. I'm Going to try and freight further north-west for only the third time… Continue reading Dino-Riders, Hey I just wanted to ride a T-rex
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.
Writing Thoughts by Dead Writers, Henry Miller, Every Day We Slaughter Our Finest Impulses
"…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
Adventures In American Writing 