Digital Writ

this evening I was falling asleep on the train. last night I was on the train home falling asleep too. on the outside seat away from the window, my eyes struggled a useless fight. there’s this huge set of days for me to work hard, and with no end in sight. pretty dismal. all smog…… Continue reading my way of being social

dream: the detail is lost almost like being born. but I was in a house trying to relax in a basement apartment with sliding glass doors that faced out into the backyard. looking out I saw these little girls playing dressed up as military. then the real military dressed in black come in on helicopters…… Continue reading they make themselves useful

Monday late at night, I swear I’m going a little psycho. I’ve got some new ideas, some obsessions that I won’t share just quite yet, but let me tell you, I’m in a damn good mood. no matter what I have to stay on top of the game and be creative. and before bed, I…… Continue reading a note to say hello

and I thought, what the hell did I do to Donald Duck to get a drink like this? that’s my joke for today, that sentence. remember drinking that crap, out of those metal government cans? now I’m free to drink the real stuff. and to write, to read, to really appreciate reading. back when I…… Continue reading are you going to be a fireman or what?

it’s hard to sit down and write all this sometimes. a weekend’s end and you feel like there’s nothing to say. if you were only here to share it with me, well then still I would probably go and close the door to trap myself in to write it down. I save this file as…… Continue reading sumb dumb noat frumb da dumb kid

“Up home we wear a hat like that to shoot deer in, for Chrissake,” he said. “That’s a deer shooting hat.” “Like hell it is.” I took it off and looked at it. I sort of closed one eye, like I was taking aim at it. “This is a people shooting hat,” I said. “I…… Continue reading diary of a madman

oh hell. what frustration. in this terrible sickness I breathe a different air a planet where there is less of everything you spoiled Americans are ruined by your oxygen soon someone’s gonna cut the supply our radio friend Art Bell returns to the air and net waves February 5. I can’t wait. many days were…… Continue reading getting our bikes back over the fence

strangle a man with a rope in your upscale apartment and put the body in a trunk, have dinner on it . . . pressured into the whole thing. can’t help but feeling guilty, nervous. who else but Jimmy Stewart’s character to catch on to you. play the piano like a fiend. cannot possibly cover…… Continue reading Rope

good evening. I’ve been out for a while, working on my thoughts, wondering through the ghetto health food store for something small to eat for a small allotment of time. I’ve been on the train, wordless, curious, and annoyed. off doing other things, upset about other things, worrying, because worrying is in my blood. a…… Continue reading a mention of American Beauty

turns out, this is not a review after all, but some writing was evoked afterwards. why not put that down? after this movie, this mystical other world, I can only think of how petty this one is, the one I’m living. caught they are, no flow. petty people concern themselves in creating problems as if…… Continue reading Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon