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.
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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
Past Adventures in American Writing, by Dead Writers, 1
This is one of the greatest adventures in the history of American Writing. Below is a fifteen minute video of a documentary about Hunter S. Thompson and the time he ran for political office in the city of Aspen. Rum Diaries was alright, and it's always nice to see Hunters words on film, but really, they should make… Continue reading Past Adventures in American Writing, by Dead Writers, 1
Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
"Now I’m riding the underground trolley back in forth in the Atlanta airport. In the most densely populated airport in America I’m the only one around, well except for night-shift workers, but they’re not on the train. I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around this airport like… Continue reading Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
Unedited Desperation (written over two years ago in Chicago)
(A few weeks ago I was on a bender, dying, losing it. Now life is still a mess, but I've grown, become a better human. Loving. trying. Fighting not to lose goodness. When I wrote this I was angry. My eyes were burning from a war, the life, the constant war I feel I've been in. What… Continue reading Unedited Desperation (written over two years ago in Chicago)
Adventures In American Writing 