I made that, for fun, to do my part. Now for some music to read along with. This is good Sunday Sun music to blend with the grass and the falling shadows, and as ants crawl over my toes I don't even care; everything just is smashed together with my coffee buzz and this super… Continue reading A 24 hour subjective mash up in Reverse. (contains bad words society)
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The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
For Crying Out Loud Society, Can You Please get your Shit Together. A Rant.
""Yeah, I’m a nice person, so I do. But still, like Rodney Dangerfield said, “no respect”; absolutely no respect for the Post-Post whatever modern writer. Take a bow, because now the news tells me a tornado is blowing in. Grreeaat! And so it goes." For Crying Out Loud Society, Can You Please get your Shit… Continue reading For Crying Out Loud Society, Can You Please get your Shit Together. A Rant.
What are we?
The sleeping world, and the end of the thoughts. What are we? What am I? These words are paintings of thoughts, of just that, of just there, of voices inside of our heads. Two days, gone. Today, gone. Still, gone. Writing brings back the insanity that I wish I still suffered from. In the basement with black and white… Continue reading What are we?
Written thoughts by dead writers, Albert Camus
I've never met my literary mentor. He died many years before I stumbled upon his book, The Stranger (or I believe The Outsider is a better translation). I read this book (and then everything he ever printed) in my senior criminology course. And it's not a stretch to say that if I wasn't assigned that book, well then I probably (for better… Continue reading Written thoughts by dead writers, Albert Camus
Adventures In American Writing 