I want to be a natural writer
this means writing
freely and a hell of a lot to get to that
free up
inhibitions of the hand
none of the technology means anything
if the thoughts vegetate.
think by and for yourself and be the mature man.
he says he’s trying to have love but isn’t succeeding. not yet. you have to be simple and innocent. love for small animals, the sky and silence, love your day, you have to find the good in people, and when you do the bad mostly all falls away.
life ain’t sane
you’ll be unhappy
find sanity
with desperation
don’t sign out and
take a drink
Bukowski said it was wine
wine helps me to write
wine helps me to think
what’s wrong with your current sober state?
shouldn’t you be tightening up on that?
he is an old man with more life experience you could say, but the truth is, he was an old man tinted by his alcoholism. not that I still don’t like him, but it’s important that we don’t think we have to emulate all the qualities of the writers we look up to. best in the end to look to the saints, if you can.
I don’t want to lose sight.
the sky I love. this dark blue sky over the airport. everyone here thinks this view belongs to them, feet planted on the platform looking out over the top. and some don’t look. it’s just another day. you see, there’s a better view somewhere else, but it’s all I’ve got for now. I’m patriotic to my own experiences.
by now the trees are merged into the sky and my eyes are watering. computer monitors put you to sleep. maybe I’ll get better performance if I increase my intake of carrot juice.
King St. we should start a football team here. I’d regret it for how instantly boring it would become. not that I don’t like some mundane things myself, but some things are very mundane. setting up forever taking positions on the field. pretty damn boring.
well, God bless.
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