Roses are red. Violets are blue. To the shame of this nation. Warren gave Trump a standing ovation.
Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”
President Trump Got a big bump on his wittle head. =( And so his combover Is bound to blow over, oh fuck this I wish he was dead.
I am waiting for a show that will give me no answers only ideas, but what comes with ideas? Perspective, new soul, satire of the ex soul, ex self, self, not self, know the self, to remove the self? Does this make sense? Do humans look for philosophy by nature? Is it pertinent to theContinue reading “The Story’s Answer Epilogue”
Evolutions artistic plunder, fort me my due free film my art my propaganda take your chair and look away to another means, ignore self free of thy fate. Here is my tale fallen and risen. Rise chant Rise Rise Rise fate love Rise, Rise, listen fortune, to do as told but not done, never finishedContinue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 6”
Silent witness, bare fruit, no fortune, old words wasted again. Always wasted, both literal and figurative. Timeless time and other repeated sceneries. Loop upon loop. Repetition mass trivial repetition in cylcles, Acting as no repetition at all. What is repeated, is reworded. And the logic of rhetoric is extorted. No weakness, only the shortcomings ofContinue reading “Short Stream of an Amatuer Yogi”
Chapter 14 The Happy Couple Jack had finished the story by the time Kate was long out of the shower. Now that he had come to, he decided that although the author of these stories was very talented he was also greatly disturbed, or at least in a very dangerous state of mind whenContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 14”
I did not mean it, I did not mean to, I did not wish to burn my scripts and lines but I did, I did it as a projection of my own dreary ways. Blue hearts to black, that is the lyric, that is what I did with my poetic paints, So forevermore, I mustContinue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 3”
Chapter 13 Fun Playing God Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms. In fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms. Never had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags,Continue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.”
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”
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.
So beat, carry on In tampered youth and pattern Sad pattern. Ah, but crescendo and drop now In rhythm, in “Pattern” 12/6/14