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the breeze coming in the window next to me, I keep writing and erasing, over and over. was in the habit of writing a word, a sentence, erasing it – nothing to record, just the process. I almost broke my knuckle. past worrying if it would heal right, I’m taking it easy bending it just…… Continue reading atrophies

web of your fingers. what nature gave you. much change. tune in later and you will see. I say it is degradation of self the world the friends around you, it is time to make a new judgment. waking up different, not exactly the same. because I can’t sleep, I say it is for lightweights.…… Continue reading small universe

kids visiting, music and videos to entertain the little people, to keep them from sticking their small fingers into the sockets and setting the place up into flames, from ransacking the cd collection, the collection of afterwork coins from the pumpkinhead, knocking the lamp off the swivel table by the stairs. I have a job,…… Continue reading attack of the little people

nothing special just a note I still have love for this place where I come and write a note or two, a poem, a set of paragraphs to say I’m still alive if you care and in certain ways happy, glad, even ecstatic I’ve got good people in my life at least some of them…… Continue reading checking in

another one of these Sunday nights. I dread Monday mornings. it’s more of the same bullshit you have to put up with. my spell checker is questioning my usage of the word bullshit now. I have to assure it it has its place. this isn’t some business template. wrists are sore as I write this.…… Continue reading step aside, let me DJ

learning sign language is like learning keyboard shortcuts. I just realized that. it was a strange 8 hours. people live in such fear because of money. sure, if you have it, you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, or say that this is an over-reaction, but lose yours too and it becomes painfully…… Continue reading mirrors thrown at your goddamn face

defective mechanisms. this is the first part to write. from the factory came a package, and inside a disappointment. some are born defective children, can’t hear or see, can’t walk, can’t look normal, can’t fit in. defective parts, somehow, someway. good parts go bad. from bad decisions good times turn sour. a rose received lasts…… Continue reading don’t expect much. hope much. >>

reading about Chuck Palahniuk, a profile of him in Poets&Writers. he was the one that wrote Fight Club, Survivor, and Invisible Monsters. it’s always inspiring to read about another writer rising up out of troubles and getting clearer through writing. it is not about publishing a damn thing, but the act of writing in the…… Continue reading you should hang out with me

it is my fault not enough it is my damn fault I know sacrifice the time like this book shelf in the sway correct me and you’re wrong I will tell you why I’m from another realm of something whatever it is it’s just something else besides your blueprint here is where we can eat…… Continue reading work ethic work