Remainders of memories Waiting to see what happens in the darkness it starts to rain. Darkness, only darkness; raining reminds me that I’m still alive as the drops seek into my skin. Darkness rain and the windows howl hoo, as if scared lil feet on wood of a lost lil ol lion dog. Rain drops… Continue reading So, what happens next?
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Meet the idiot savants within the Pages of The Adventures of a Dying Young Man.
Sorry, no coffee or cracker cheese folks, and never mind... Yeah, I was just going over and I’m almost at the end of the third complete draft of my novel called Adventures of a Dying Young Man, and well, I was thinking that I really want to introduce Henry to the public before I send… Continue reading Meet the idiot savants within the Pages of The Adventures of a Dying Young Man.
A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)
We grow. Yes. We must. A great artist, was one that was said to really know how to see the jukebox, and said it looked like a coffin. A great artist was just a person who was born in Mississippi or Baton Rouge during a strange season when snowy hills were powdered on the bayou.… Continue reading A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)
Adventures In American Writing 