As a total slave to opinion I have to put this link here:
But what the fuck do those guys know?
Absolutely fuckin nothing - that's what. This link makes my blog stronger for no other reason than I bothered to have it here.
Does that make this place any better? No - obviously not. I'm popular simply because I choose to be popular. I chose to make myself accessible to the masses.
But don't mistake my want of accessibility for respect...
...I still hate most of you more than you can imagine.
It's lonely down here. What purpose can a paragraph find at the nigh-bottom of this blog? Should I be humorous? Informative? Why am I here? I wish I was that other paragraph above the calendar. Oh the wonderful things I could do from up there...
all i do is miss you.as i hang out with these strangers, tidal relationships in various states of rise and decline,in this life constructed by decisions made in haste or not at all -i just miss you.
i do not wish you were here.i imagine your life MUST be better anywhere else,with anyone else,as far away from all of this as possible.on the best days and the worst - i'm glad you made it out.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
360
you are a perfect five stars. you're two thumbs up. visually
stunning, well written and perfectly performed. if you were a movie
you'd be the empire strikes back, the godfather 2 and citizen kane, all
rolled into one.
they say there is no accounting for taste,
but i AM a muthafuckin' taste accountant. i literally get PAID for my
opinion and mine, of you, could not be higher.
you define the scale. everything else in this world falls somewhere between nothing and you.
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Friday, August 07, 2009
hello
i've been busy. doing a little professional writing, which is nice and gratifying. i've also been plugging away at my own stuff - a gothic romance novella tentatively titled 'Scarecrow and the Adamantine Heart', and a few scripts here and there.
the 5am challenge below relates, in a purely thematic way, to the novella. it's also a running daily deadline project and a homage to some amazing people in my life. and it's a bit of fun too i guess. i'll post highlights here.
although i do have to remind people that i do not fall in love. i do not, do not, do NOT fall in love. i do not fall in love, anymore.
how've you been?
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365
(ah, the things written at 5am the wild challenges made in the spoiled electric light betwixt pillow and dawn)
for the next year i am going to tell you how magnificent you are in three hundred and sixty five completely unique ways not to make you fall in love but simply because i think someone should and in both language and courage i find i am able
and because it incenses me that someone as incredible as you could ever imagine that a single day passed where you were not appreciated for all the wonderful ways you make this world an infinitely better place
(that's one...)
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Monday, April 20, 2009
what to make if there is no mood?
light of the
situation, perhaps? gurney halleck said [mood is] "a thing for cattle and love
play"; but I always had my suspicions about his association of the two.
i see writing as a vector - requiring both direction and magnitude.
without a prevailing mood we are but flotsam in the doldrums of
creativity, ineffectually sculling circles with stunted intellectual
paddles.
we need to be caught up in exhaltant tradewinds. to be dragged
under by treacherous currents of depression. gale force anger. a
tsunami of paranoia.
all the genius in the world wont get you anywhere without the want
for, or the need to get away from: 'something' (anything!). to be drawn to, or pursued
by: love; lust; fear or desperation.
what to make if there is no mood? a pointless rant about moods themselves apparently.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
sally
we don't fall in love love falls in us and it goes straight through like yesterday's pasta aubergine love is like fibre it helps us pass time
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
blasphemous
she says she just wants to kiss me, because her religion forbids it.
and i can't help but think...
...what else does her religion forbid?
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
hans christian redux
so i just saw this lame storybook thing on teevee about the ugly duckling and i thought: i'm not gonna read that shit to my kids!
i'm going to tell them the story of the hairy four legged duckling that got mercilessly teased by its peers, but then grew up into a wolf and ate all those bitches up, before savagely mauling its mentally retarded cub-napping parents to death.
yeah, i'm bored.
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Friday, September 26, 2008
this ever ending
why is it like this? a constance of pouring
i thought it would end that my heart would empty
and i would know peace
instead of this
ever ending
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late morning obituary
Rumour had it that Richard killed himself in September - a magnum decision, looking out over the ponderous Pacific. And some twenty years later I couldn't believe it.
No one found the body until evening October, the stench incredible. Like watermelon sugar, gone sour in the Californian sun. And I still can't believe it.
Wasn't that just a moment before all of it became right? When it all resolved in watermelon perfection.
What came after September '84 would have made all the difference, I think. The path to here would have been worth the walk. I think he would have enjoyed it. And (inspecifically) this.
I wish he'd called at nine years old. I wish he could call me now.
And yet how can I feel sorry for Richard? He rode his own crest and crashed on that ponderous Pacific shore.
He saw sky and soul.
Burned all the maps to his body.
And made his own decision.
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