in the days we get our fill of events for example across the street a mini riot 15 people some with bats banged a few apartment doors down and scrambled before the cops arrived I get in from my walk and sit in the chair watching TV open the window for some air flow it’s…… Continue reading spring days
Digital Writ
coming up in the world
stressful coming up in the world typing out notes in a random computer lab not so random or dumb but outside is out there waiting for me stopped holding its breath for me five minutes ago my fingers and other parts hurt money burns holes in each pants pocket they throw me in jail for…… Continue reading coming up in the world
walk in peace through the war
I must remember to ask this morning’s mechanic for headache medicine I don’t think I’ll be able to forget and I will be gracious because it hurts just from the crunch of eating cereal all day yesterday like this, into the night and waking with a delirium of head pain imagining my own personal end…… Continue reading walk in peace through the war
rotten apples all about the yard
I don’t have a problem with taking a hatchet to things that I think are fucked up sorry if that torments anyone but as far as I’m concerned the madmen gotta go. my spiritual life or lack of it is my own business. I guess that’s a new attitude of mine but one that is…… Continue reading rotten apples all about the yard
incoming mail
pamho all glories to S.Prabhupada: I do apoligize for saying “where you went wrong”.Perhaps i didnt fully understand what you were telling me.maybe i should have worded it different. What i am really trying to say is:I don`t when you changed.You are not the Glen that i grew up with and knew from early baltimore…… Continue reading incoming mail
looking down into the smallest moments, being there. expect less “success” demand more soulfulness. turn some music on.
this large body of writing I was just working on crashed and erased into thin air. I have to bite the bullet on stuff like that, and put less trust into these little apps. the process for real is in writing from line to line anyway. what gets erased, I can always generate more. let…… Continue reading looking down into the smallest moments, being there. expect less “success” demand more soulfulness. turn some music on.
static-void
My new article is up on Static-Void, for anyone who is interested.
freestylin’
In case anyone has missed the “freestyle battles” on static-void.com’s message board, I’m archiving my own silly ass post here. yo yo yo yo check this I’ll make you feel the pain til you be beggin for a shot of novocain you’ll be beggin PLEASE PLEASE you’ll be scramblin to find your car keys I’ll…… Continue reading freestylin’
post-it
Another brief, incoherent entry. It’s been a long week. As I write through my handwritten journal, I find myself drifting off and staring into space out where my thoughts are, somewhere. Birthdays are post-it notes of mortality. I definitely feel 30. I’m tired all the time. I can read up to 5 pages in a…… Continue reading post-it
random notes
These are lunch notes. Underlying tensions probably always exist. I turned 30 today. Reading “Blindness” by Jose Saramago, an intense story that won a Nobel Prize for Literature, about an epidemic of blindness where the victims are cloaked by white instead of black, very much a freakish Twilight Zone feel to it. And Spring, warmer…… Continue reading random notes
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