There is no day, There is no hour, There is no time which cannot be used for the sake that our sweet and public did. To do right is to act, To justify is inexcusable. Truth is the only merit to truth As it should be, I have kept silence in my place that wasContinue reading “The Story’s Answer. Part 2”
Wretched hours, Cursed cliches yet sinfully, regrettably again, I write these words with a mind of conflict and a heavy heart. Thoughts and my body twisted and wrangled and always so mother bloody fucking constant. Find no pattern in these words, yet please do, For although there is no story here, There indeed is, andContinue reading “The Story’s Answer. Part 1”
Ah so many times, So many times did this practice bring no practice but remains practical. No trivial soft images necessary for imagery We are all but imagery within ourselves, “Copies of Copies” as that book once said. Writing creates monsters, for better or worse. That monster, is audience, fans, and fiends. Fiends and leeches,Continue reading “So Many Times”
Sweet some sense to think that answer and such wondering on since constant and circles and circles and circles used but not so’s word words doing one of my single women here what are we doing it’s just the same old song so many times it’s not funny. No, not funny.
Chapter 5 To Liberate and Learn Eventually Jack figured out he was heading North. It took what seemed like an endless stream of days and nights for Jack to reach Sacramento, and by the time he did he had run out of his cash. So he had to resort back to shoplifting in orderContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 5”