Taken from Notebooks, early 2010: Doodles, Roommates, and a Spontaneous Affirmation

(This is from a notebook written in early 2010, as is. I just got back from one of my many adventures out of the state of Michigan. With a college degree in the liberal arts and obsessed with becoming a writer, and I lived in this art collective for a fifty bucks a month. It… Continue reading Taken from Notebooks, early 2010: Doodles, Roommates, and a Spontaneous Affirmation

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)