Digital Writ

everyone is sleeping but me like it’s bukowski drinking it’s everyone except me. night is for tea. a sadness stacked up before you, leaflets folded out. bed time is here. I will make sure to write later. this time is killing me. and pain in my knee. below my knee. what’s free is free, falls…… Continue reading ghost voice follows me around this corner

his stories today, yesterday, this era large tree branch soul does 1300 dollars subtraction tipping the scale as it falls onto my car and stirs the folklore some more tales this era about my microwave cutting in and out, out today again, and Rudra has wild eyes, scurries through the leaves in the yard as…… Continue reading histories

was writing in the old notebook. should say new, ’cause it’s rather new, but it remains the ‘ol notebook, because it doesn’t start just with dates or the first page beneath the cover. good time is spent in bed reading and writing this way, after a long day. the longest days demand a lot from…… Continue reading late notes after a full day and at least I don’t have gang green

sore eyes what is working what is half working what is exhausted collapses finding the first cup doesn’t work finding myself on the phone in the morning now on the writing plane sketching out facts and figures chest pains from over-usage the way an engine is burned out kefir is definitely out of the question…… Continue reading second cup of tea

not in an overall good mood with a stomach ache and general pains caused by life and those opposed to it. but that’s just me. I’m sure there are some people out there doing all right and who are being productive. my school projects can force me to panic because they’re so involved and I…… Continue reading quick notes

I know it is stupid, but I am trying to build up my friendster corporation. if you’re into it, and you know me on a somewhat personal level, or would like to, drop me a line.

waking up. I’ve said drastic things. that I’ve fallen from the sky, from a plane, and survived. survived how? well, things are broken, but never mind. complain all the small things out of your mouth. the doctor may spot something just in time. as I am hoping with mine. the new meds are fucking me…… Continue reading evening

hello. your name? color. full color. this evening drove up and down the roads. bad news came. small ticks. small ticks biting me. small ticks biting me and giving me lyme disease. doctors calling and leaving these small messages in my voice mail. hey guess what, you have freakin’ lyme disease small panics. small calm…… Continue reading fragments and particles

strange day, twisted. a mortal day. I will write more later. late. upset. reading in bed. trying to make life decent enough worth living. is this possible? small things matter, especially as you go along. various moods and strengths. concerns. serious matters. good night.