Clocking in, 3:28pm. No stress in this writer. Not now, as I’m viciously prepared for class, plans both […]
Spoken Word
Short entry tonight. As I’d rather be penned, truly written. Today, in Reserve Room, all 8, no lunch. […]
Watching Jack. He’s tireless. I admire his pushes through day. And finally, 2:09pm, he’s down. I should try […]
“…Tired of paragraph, formality.. Me, the writer laughing at reality. Step never passively. Home sick, or so I […]
“…mumbling poems up and down stairs.. My rut, a drowned bear. Dare Self to Propel written bells.. Can […]
“…something me hunting, no more Stunting; remain cunning, they’re ones Of trained gunning, threatening my privacy, Always eyeing […]
Again reminded I should only be depending on Self for income, or “bonuses,” commissions. Not going to elaborate, […]
About. via About.
“…tonight, only scribe to kite height– Maybe more elevated, for pages venerated. My pen’ll say it. What? Precise […]
“…cure self of elements impure when Back from tour.. Out my reach, street Beseeched. Complete letters on cliffs– […]