Digital Writ

I guess I’m a human being or something. I keep having these . . . highs and lows. in extremes. extreme sport emotions. I can be set off like a M-80. that will cause some harm to you, that will have your fingers airborne. wave goodbye to what used to be your fingers. now they’re…… Continue reading extreme sport emotions

I’m thinking about asking crazy family members for make-believe presents, just to mess with them a little bit. like, “How To Burn The Flag Without Burning Your Hand.” or “I Like Black People So Much I Want To Become One Myself.” or “How To Get Your Parents To Admit They’re Gay.” or “The Big Apology:…… Continue reading xmas ideas

I am done with The Trial. at least with the main story. this particular translation has “fragments” at the back, so I am going through those. but the story itself tells of a nightmare, one of Kafka’s, and this is his usual style in my opinion – that he writes from dreamscapes, or as if…… Continue reading notes and various wordpads

so far so good in this new morning land territory with pretend barbed wire around it. the shops are not open early enough for me to grab coffees or hot chocolates beforehand. like yesterday, I have the general tasks at hand, but feel made up of stronger material. my day consists of scanning in photos…… Continue reading I can’t even trust my own thoughts

trying to determine what constitutes for me a good or bad mood. I’m writing from one of the bi-poles right now: guess which one! tuesday curses and haunts, taunts, tears into halves, scatters the living room, the living space, all of it. do I ask for this drama for an excuse to throw my cell…… Continue reading this only proceeds to make me more invisible

it is early morning again and I am thinking about kind people. I think of myself as being kind at times, and at other times, slipping, not being kind; and of people who don’t know me really, what they actually think, what kind of aura surrounds me, because it is not always easy to see…… Continue reading morning gears

the last part of this weekend I spent well – cleaning, organizing, meditating, reading, conversing, and so on. one of the things I realized is that the work never ends. even if you want some peace of mind to relax for a bit, you have to work a bit just to get that sometimes. it…… Continue reading the most vicious way of killing yourself is to let yourself live

once there were 10 minutes of time to be spent before a man who on that day felt himself grow just a little older by increments, had to return to other affairs in the area of falsified wood working so that others would approve and all competition would be killed off. he wanted his competition…… Continue reading popcorn secondhands

fatigue is a big factor in sitting behind a desk all day. probably I should have left the building for lunch, just to get out anywhere, but it is cold and I’m feeling lazy. I’m imagining another good night of rest, like what I had last night – and what it will be like to…… Continue reading dreams mentioned at lunch

it is true, it is hard to get out of the house in a small town. and it is hard to go about without seeing someone you already know. there are advantages and disadvantages. this world is this world. I think we are all caught up. I mean to say, times are not so innocent…… Continue reading tell them you are HIV-negative