Open Letter to My Generation of Humans ( Read more... )

I, too, have found a darling relic of Cawthra in my oubliette. The collaborative lyrics to a composition by some good old boys in the year after most of us: Ross Godfrey, Jacob Keszei, and Mihai Fluterel. Also Alex Keszei who I believe is yet another slice younger. I was recruited to be their singer and main lyricist. I recall jamming it out in a ( Read more... )

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Here's an image from my current film. It's called,

Kyle Smith: Revenge


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Joan! Hey! Waaaazzaaaap! XD ( Read more... )

The delicate spider-web on my window is gone now. That beautiful transparent net must have been destroyed by the wind or rain, for it is now gone, and so is the small creature I called a friend ( Read more... )

So I was on the toilet today, seated, as I'm sure you can imagine, with the stoic professionalism of a rodeo cowboy -- and aren't we all when it comes to that? -- and I was pursuing an avenue of thought with the sort of unchecked and primal enthusiasm of a person pounding another person's face into unrecognizability -- all poetic interpretations ( Read more... )

What is this, you ask? Take a look!


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I must admit a smile creeps across my weathered face as I hear the stories of Captain Liberty being read to me. I can’t help but reminisce; turning into the old man I prematurely look like. You’ve heard it all before, me saying “better times” and whining. But the times are really what you make of them. I am a hopeful, always looking towards a ( Read more... )

The Count, methinks, hath a schoolbus full of personal demons. He drops them off and picks them up, occasionally taking them to school, or to their homes, or to his own manor for tea. He knows where many demons live and shuttles them thither and yon according to his needs. 'Corn Mouth' is one of doubtless many about whom I know nothing. The Count ( Read more... )