And so, the mysteries of writing reveals itself. It was always silent. It was always nothing. It was always just a spot in the dark.
Category: Words
4:17 A.M.
Riding an endorphin rush of new followers and likes on twitter. Every time the phone lights up I get a new bump. Am I writing, maybe. But a lot of it is under 240 characters. Is this the social media drug they warned us of? Is this why even the creators of twitter are known … Continue reading 4:17 A.M.
David Byrne: Once in a Lifetime (Live) – SNL
https://youtu.be/bkhQKV5o1-g He rocks again. This is something else. Transformative really. If you ever liked this song, and well remember it through a lifetime, to see what the creator has done with it. And see, and feel every note in his performance. That voice, that tone, it is still there.... But it is stand up. And … Continue reading David Byrne: Once in a Lifetime (Live) – SNL
Smoking the question mark
The thing about buying weed in oka is you really don’t know what you are getting. Today it really is a mystery. As in mysterious mix, $5 a gram. As in I am poor or under employed. This holds some appeal. Stretching the dollar. No name chips and questionable weed; distractions have never been so … Continue reading Smoking the question mark
And then
I remembered I wasn't a poet. Ot a writer. Or a has been. Then I remembered I was never was a something something. Then I remembered I'm not that person. Fuck the words. Fuck that. And then has no meaning. And then there was no more. I lied.
8 months
Once, when we were younger, and there were no words, we spoke freely and without resolve. Then time, and grievance found home in our hearts. Now silence seems appropriate when audiences grow louder. Oh time. Why’d you make me see you passing?
It’s the camping
If you thought something more, well, it's the camping.
Some changes are in order
Number 1 is expectations. This isn't a polished review. This is incomplete thoughts. Posts that are unfinished. Rough drafts. Blurry photos. Unfinished pieces of music. Just a smattering of whatever, whenever. There will be an effort, someday, to sort this shit out. Give category, and reason for why each post should exist. Maybe identify some … Continue reading Some changes are in order
Oh damn, it was just too easy to stop
But Margaret Atwood told me I should just write, in a YouTube video ad. Somehow cars became words. She said write, so I did. Ugggggggggggg. And the need to agonize over every phrase, and the need to have a conjunction, a pause, a break; something other than just words, and punctuation. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just stop. Words … Continue reading Oh damn, it was just too easy to stop
Damn photos
