Regular Movement

Thinly sliced nondescript vat meat sandwiched between artisanal bread. The thing sat across from him did not like his odour – it kept wrinkling its nose. He was not sure why it had sat down opposite him, because it hadn’t said anything.…

I had a pause in editing that will recommence tomorrow. Obviously you swing between one aspect of your art and the other – you write it and then you compile it. Then you sell it, or at least publish it. I see…

backtrack like a packrat in a black hat with a white hat soul with a quite phat goal we roll it like a prison cigarette like a taco like a wife in a bedsheet when the night is cold love is a…

Sometimes writing is as effortless as breathing, and when you can take a book from the point of conception, through the writing of the content, through the editing process, to the point of publishing, and then you can see the life beyond…

Singularity zip. Wormhole linkage Narrative splice. A seed is planted. We use consciousness extinguishing to trigger a spatiotemporal alteration – pack the compressing person into an event horizon and then unpack him via supertranslation into another dimension. The pupil contracts and then…

There are some interesting ideas that float around about writing, and how to do it – how to get the whole shebang off the ground, and where you should draw the ideas from, and people talk a lot of shit about it…

trusting an astrologist over an oncologist saying cancer rising is good you’re not out of the wood something here radiates playing lou reed’s magic and loss a pen mark where the radiation penetrates that looks like a cross we lost our hair…

‘I’m a tipping point writer, and you’re a push them over the cliff writer.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean I write from the viewpoint that we are almost over the edge, but we are tottering and might be able to pull…

He had taken a bad hit of Disco, and laying there under the moon, which looked like an off-kilter mirrorball, and he wondered if he had any Blues to bring him down. What a fucking trip, a bad one at that. He’d…