The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap."         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,” [...]

Waukegan

We talk too much, Miranda, her feverish sister Sasha said, in her low voice, no secrets come out without silence. I do. Somehow I’ve come to believe that the last thing a writer or any artist thinks about is to make himself comfortable while he’s working. Perhaps the discomfort is a bit of an aid or [...]

by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress

Tuesday's gone with the wind 4:44 started All these devised interfaces for me to write what I know for the immutable time capsule, the diaries of not a mad woman despite the claims by others who shall remain faceless at this point in time as this is just a platform trial and entryway error momentum: [...]

There’s no way to know…

...if this were true, you just have to go with it, I imagine myself surfing again on a perfect morning in the perfect temperature water amongst friends, no tiger sharks in the making or anything wrong with a perfect day, coz you get those once in a while even if Henry Miller turns out to [...]

Wednesday is a goth girl

"Never give up. Never let things out of your control dictate who you are.” Unknown The mornings are cool near the desert and life begins sluggishly because it stays up late. The to do list creeps up slowly following like a hungry dog, starved for attention, as they always are. Dogs are in fact bottomless [...]

Prometheus has a mistress

yet it is not surprising that few people know this Icarus ascending nobody cares this time it's hot in the desert she is sick of wasting time granted, the mistress must wait each day for him to come home from work AH, Prometheus I could love you better than Athena Prometheus moulder of mankind from [...]

Of course, I know this

Walking around the Quaker place you go to die in the snow and answering calls about meltdowns that occur in sunny places, and I wanted to start a chronicle of days, but the focus I had three minutes ago has been absolved by the lack of focus now, whether it's mental or emotional or a [...]