In earth warm and wounds lies a fearless warrior ( Read more... )

Endless cups of coffee or beer and late night manifestos swaying to the tune of streetlight concertos drunk on the fornication of language ( Read more... )

this is about a lot of things, I wrote it today in kind of a rush, I am still not sure what it means or how I feel about it:

The Quest for an Authentic LifeHe still owes me a kiss ( Read more... )

I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you've moved out and I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

New art is up. Mountain Man series. Let me know what you think.

http://romeocomplex.deviantart.com/

Someone recently told me that I should write more. This is an attempt to try to put out more stuff for you all. Go easy, I have not refined this, and it was written on a bottle of jager and an empty stomach ( Read more... )

I have been wallowing in heartbreaking freneticism ( Read more... )

Winter love is all that I wanted ( Read more... )

I want to breathe fire and smoke ( Read more... )

Before I begin I must apologize, I am tired and bemused, and my writing ability has taken a holiday, I feel that the tale I am about to weave might be hard to follow, and so I warn you in advance of my inability to communicate the truly impossible. I had a surreal experience today. I was walking down Newberry st when a store I had never noticed ( Read more... )

What does it mean to truly communicate? I have been yearning for authentic communication the last few days. I want to yell and scream at people in the street just to see uncalculated responses. I want to see fear and wonder in the eyes of others. But all I see is catch 22 after catch 22. Round and round we go where we stop nobody cares. So we all ( Read more... )