we write because there is a story to tell that is hidden deep within our hearts ( Read more... )

i did a long voice post explaining my new novel and then realized i hadn't clicked on the record button.

so no audio post for you. ;)

i was blocked from doing my portraits of humanity series because i wasn't sure of the idea-some outer philosophy was blocking me, an ethos of concsiousness that posed to be "right", but also stopped me from creating the thing my heart envisioned.

BAD BAD BAD BAD ABD.

never ever do that again. first comes the muse. everything else follows.

ouch.

what in the world am i?

i want to be an artist.

i want to be a wanderer. the wandering artist that wanders through forests of ideas, experiences; good and bad and amazing. i want to see myself thrown over a cliff so that when i spread my wings i'll fly.

what we do not understand is the thing that we seek after. magots and worms plague our conciousness and yet we are still elft unbound. w go about this world like it is a ferris whell, and there is no lover to comfort us. we are caught up in the winds and teh wheel goes about; round, and around, and around ( Read more... )

i've been perusing the writings of Marilyn Manson via various websites that have preserved his online writings before his main website got taken over by his big secret project in-the-works the Celebritarian Corporation, which involves a feature film, various painters/artists, and Madonna. That aside, I have no idea what the man is doing, but in the ( Read more... )

what is the point of my study of aikido ( Read more... )

i haven't been writing here much lately. the space has become uncomfortable. but i know that in all things, i must try first, and the effort is what inspires me to push on ( Read more... )

i need to get out and escape.