From now on, I will be posting regularly only on Myspace.com. I may occasionally post on here, but if anyone would like to read my writings, they should go to http://blog.myspace.com/jayluckett. Thanks.

I am tired. Spiritually exhausted. My mind races at all hours, I do what I can to slow it down but I only succeed in doing so for short spurts of time...I have too much time alone. I have to embrace my codependency; allow myself to take comfort in the company of others. Welcome the distractions of banter and conversation, no matter how trite or ( Read more... )

The event has finally happened. Mark my words: Bush is officially fucked. He will be impeached, or forced to resign, or something else of the like. This news about his bypassing the warrant process and allowing wiretapping and other surveillance by the NSA is that one thing. Not even Republicans can deny the grave constitutional ramifications ( Read more... )

A question has been dogging me incessantly these last few days. Eating away at my sanity. In vain I employ my faculties; endlessly I exert my mind to make sense of the maddening query. Does the company of others actually give me joy, or do I fake a congenial attitude so that others are willing to hang around me? I know that my heart is often ( Read more... )

Wandering alone through dark wilderness. Dense tree-lined ridge hides my view of the horizon. A chill wind whistles through hoary branches and chills my body; teeth chatter; shiver and shake. Look up and see only darkness. Ahead, darkness. Behind, all sides, the same. Feeling my way through it now, no sense in trusting to sight in this dense ( Read more... )

So OKCupid.com said my dating type was the "Random Brutal Sex Dreamer". And that "Sorry, but most women would rather see the human species wither to an end--and therefore deny the most fundamental instinct that living creatures have--than sleep with you."

Oh my! Excitement in suburbia! My mom said something about cops outside, so I finished smoking my joint and went to have a look-see. There was like, 6 cruisers scattered up and down my street. "Get the police scanner!" My father demanded of my mother. Apparently, according to the information my father was able to gleen from an officer ( Read more... )

Spiraling, rapidly twisting downwards towards emptiness and nothing. Void; abysmal depths of unknown dark secrets and fever-dream visions of violent terror. That paralyzing fear of a mysterious expanse, lonesome stretches of numb infinity. It's no use applying the brakes, this death spiral of self destruction and perilous black thoughts does not ( Read more... )

"Literature cannot develop between the categories 'permitted'- 'not permitted'- 'this you can and this you can't.' Literature that is not the air of its contemporary society, that dares not pass onto society its pains and fears, that does not warn in time against threatening moral and social dangers, such literature does not deserve the name ( Read more... )

I worked today for the entire length of the days light. I arrived at work with the orange glow of the sun rising in the eastern sky; I watched the pink fire of the setting sun illuminate dark clouds as it sunk over the western horizon on my ride home. It was a chilly day, with a whipping, sometimes piercing wind...I suppose though, even if I had ( Read more... )