fucking musos…
Jess and I go back a long way…She is already familiar with my wierdness, and seems not just okay with […]
chase happiness
We are all going to die. there are no two ways about that. so where does that leave us????? follow […]
extremes of emotion and sensation…a cruel carictature of what i once was.
I have so many beginnings of wonderful lines to write, but something is stopping me. The brightest light of suspicion […]
we all die
I don’t wish to merely survive…i need to thrive…to make my mark, for good or ill. to seek out the […]
Tyrant – valerio massimo manfredi
I first read Manfredi’s work a decade ago, when for my 22nd birthday, a close friend of mine, Mario…the ex-gangster […]
between the thighs
these people, they don’t know me, for what i truly am… for i have relented, aquiesced, to walking a line, […]
william burroughs – the wild boys
William Burroughs is one of my educators, one of my major inspirations as a haphazard wordsmith. Without any doubt, his […]
feelings which consume me…
Do YOu truly understand what you are? As in, a creature born to have the potential for so much good […]
A letter for Sage Francis
Dearest Sage, I have wanted to write to you for many moons, but such impulses have been restrained and crushed, […]
Gaddafi..Pariah or…something else entirely?
Pack the Pipe seems the perfect bizarre ride away from the horrors that I am about to unload upon anyone […]