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:… Read More by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress
…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… Read More There’s no way to know…
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… Read More Prometheus has a mistress
I don’t know why I am still here but I figure it must be important.… Read More In my blood like holy wine
For this, I will always bleed.… Read More The continuance
like a patient etherized upon the table — is a phrase I never forget.… Read More In the room the women come and go…
And how are you supposed to do that? I wonder. “pay attention to your emotional reactions without necessarily acting on your feeling” Went to bed depressed, woke up lost in sea of anger, resentment and complete existential angst. And one of us will die first. These confessionals yield nothing substantial, and yet, sometimes, just… Read More Dispatches from nowhere: how are you supposed to do that?