Writing a Book

I’m writing a book. She’s called horrible, awful, things. And she’s dark as f*** No one likes her either. I think she scares them Almost, maybe, as much as i do. Maybe not, that would be a lot. Our world is trying to escape, but I drowned in escape, So I’m trying to cope, but... Continue Reading →

Advice from the Grave

Have mercy on your reader-Was it Kurt Vonnegut who yelled at me 50 years ago?Was I being too cryptic?If I keep my secrets do you just stop looking?What makes us search for meaningwhen something is confusing,or drop it becauseits not worth it?Is it because I’m not worth searchingor is it because I have degree in... Continue Reading →

The Poet Will Die

Leonard: "Why does someone have to die...in your book?" Virginia: "Someone has to die in order that the rest us should value life more...it's contrast" Leonard: "And who will die?"... Virginia: "The poet will die. The visionary." It was one of those when somehow everything is perfectly beautiful and wonderful. A trap suffocated the joy... Continue Reading →

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