10:22pm.  Finding that many times when this writer tries to force Art, it doesn’t come.  The rimes I […]

Sitting here, 6:47pm, a bit dizzied.  Wine, love.  “The industry,” only discord, disdain.  Love the Art, the bottle’s […]

Simulated Thursday, how they’ll be this semester, teaching the two classes at night.  Giving Self till 4pm– no, […]

Twisted, thinking fruitful Forms. Don’t need to be printed, Published. I’ll do it my Self. Thanks. No rope […]