writing is slavery.

I don't feel the need to explain myself anymore.

The last statement, unnecessary.

I think the greatest thing that can happen to an artist is to have all their work destroyed.

I met you at the estuary ( Read more... )

It's been a while since i've updated this bad boy, but I guess it's reflected my general level of literary activity. Fortunately, i've just recently got involved with a lot of things so I hope to be churning out a lot more work in the near future ( Read more... )

You are on a bus; you’re drinking a latte with extra head, for an enhanced foamy experience. You are in transition from point A to point B, you are at approximately point C and a half, but space does not exist between the source and the destination for you. You are preoccupied with the tabloids; suicide bomb, suicide bomb, nose job, laser hair ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. Sun, Life Giving Sun ( Read more... )

When you’re a child, routines are all you know. And why shouldn’t you? Hell, you got it easy! You get told when to eat, when to sleep and when to shit. You even get applauded for your efforts of eliminating into some kinky cartoon animal chamber pot, with its mouth pried open like an eager fecophiliac. It’s no surprise that we have so much trouble ( Read more... )

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Tommorow night is the SEEDpress Book Launch! If you have an ounce of "awesome" in your bones you'll attend the festivities tommorow ( Read more... )

A suprisingly enjoyable night, though quite odd. Something is really troubling me though, my maths and sciences teacher Alvin, is quite the Enigma to me. I don't know whether it is preconceived notions or me over analyzing, but there seems to be a very sad quality about him, like he has no deep connections with people ( Read more... )