it is said I'm
becoming too intimate
in my writing
on stage and the
flow is not what it was
from a man
who is himself a showman
which is funny
because you think
he'd understand it himself how
the flow doesn't always
appear to flow
you can't make it sit
roll over play dead
be a good boy or
stop its true breath
it just may expose a humanity
in one of some of us ( Read more... )

Without computer still, slapping my arms like junkie style... But I have other means of writing still. DC is on its best behaviour with me, friends who are all so open and giving, even an air mild as can be, carrying a mist to keep me awake after an all day mix up of a flight since our pilot was not aloud to land in DC and was given orders to ( Read more... )

In the dream, I exercised my kinesthetics controlling the movement of oscillating fans. Brought someone into to show my newfound power and could no longer demonstrate. Then I claimed some woman pulled a gun on me. But she did not pull a gun on me. Kids say the darnedest things. In someone else’s dream, I got up on stage and shouted obscene ( Read more... )

I didn't get a good look at the fish tank next to me. Hell, I didn't even notice it. This means I am going to hell. Reality, as exposed by scientists as they bite into it, does not reveal an actual hell realm, other than the seemingly limitless varieties of suffering humans and animals create. Hunt down the answer by peace keeping means. The ( Read more... )

goth sex twat ( Read more... )

Galveston salt still grinds ( Read more... )

after the afternoon tea what
we will be having is
no nap for we know where
these lead off to
there will be no guessing games
or hands held out willy nilly and
when you call the
name calls kept down
kept low for tea remains dantily still
in the air the sweet taste
the harsh root fowl and medicinal
fire flitted up from the palm
so if you asked evidence of
( Read more... )

What is the difference between writing, blogging, and microblogging? Possible answers: Writing... is... the act of writing... simple enough. You do it, ya know? You put pen to paper the traditional way all the self indulgent little thoughts you obsess over, later maybe reading it back to yourself or sharing it with someone else. Blogging, much ( Read more... )

cannot sleep
this has carried over into an ongoing thing for me over the past week that I become an owl of night and finally trail off to sleep by sunrise and return back sluggishly around three four or five by which time I'm settling back into my still spot bending knees and concentration to in/out breath in silent meditation roughly around the ( Read more... )

I am in fact a good man ( Read more... )