The sitting, mandatory like headlights on an abandoned road. Laugh when the Man implodes. 72 hours of verse. […]
writing
Never lifelessly stream, water moccasin, Fangs surely inseam.. You’re subsonic, Moronic, language plagued, 2bubonic.. My venom committed, not […]
and I stir in composed craziness she tells me to journal everything but I’m just at home — […]
Easy to imagine. How do you sculpt? These journals, the only members of my cult. Shouldn’t see it […]
And day takes off . Coffee, next 2 Writer. Little Kerouac, me, here. Sharper, his intentions.. Me, just […]
Back from industry holiday party. Not sure what I’m feeling. But when I’m able to translate, I’ll put […]
12/6/12. If I were an outsider, in-looking at this Author, I’d definitely acknowledge his love of writing. But […]
Watching him play forces to forget. About everything. All this insignificance. And it all is, I’m now certain. […]
12/4/12. Tuesday.. Should be editing book. But again, an excuse. Tired, today’s. I did print 10 pages, though. […]
“Tuesday,” my Sunday. Hate this silly schedule. All I can Think about.. What I want to get done […]