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I don’t really plan out the way a book is going to end – I am a by-the-seats-of-your-pants writer. Why? Because it makes it more interesting for me, and hopefully more alive for the reader. I do sometimes write out the chapter…
Tag: writer
Perspective Collapse
How long to turn John into a Camera Head – walking existential trigger point? Finger snap. Camera snap. Shoot. Sniper. Photographer. He has people in his crosshairs always. John roaming around, subvocal binary spew infecting the electronics, and subliminal commands in the…
the high
the eye the aye the i we see moving towards the yes making it part of self vision agreement understanding
Writing Conditions
If you need mascots to be able to write, what will you do if you ever lose them? If you have only one place you can write, what if you were unable to return there? It can be easy to convince yourself…
weighting around
under the hang handle on an umbrella rain for a head-dress held in place this stuck moment this jellyfish dream choosing not to breathe seas seize seethe
Intellectual?
It is interesting when you write what most people consider to be pretty esoteric shit, and it is dressed up in a cobbled together pseudo-science that draws from a probably skewed view of physics, and a knowledge of the way language works,…
The Era Of Left Behind
She orbits around him sometimes. He orbits around her at others. There are other satellites which move through the space. Broken bodies in the skies; shattered angels. Is this era alive? Is this a fallow period where the dreams are not planted?…
Systems For Righting Writing
Can things which seem unrelated to each other be in some way a yin and yang binary? We set up arbitrary systems where we have the energy run off of one action spill into the self-created engine of another action. Could we…
end user
systemic failure is an abstract moving away from the individuals who are hung in the action and do not hold their hands up but surrender to easy lies the country flags under weekend flags ticking between red and blue eras of action…
lip of fools
these lies like lice we comb your skull no cat rasp tongue break your fingers in the prayer scorpion stingers in the stare what were you, but a yesterday? there’s a scratch on the record there’s an itch in the accord there…