Happy 2013 and suck on it Mayans. Or really what I mean is congratulations to all of those who cashed in on writing books about the apocalypse. I missed that boat. I’m going to check in on some Aborigine tribes…
Tag: writer
Today on 11.11.11, I finished my novel Point of Venus. Like most pieces of art or pieces of something, flow a few strands of wiring mostly based on personal experience. For me, the title comes from when I saw a palm…
I’m a big fan of conspiracy theories. I think some conspiracies are just truths waiting for the right country to form. At the very least it’s entertaining to know every time I watch Robot Chicken YouTube that the data is…
Last year for some reason I started noticing eye floaters in my right eye. Th eye doctor said my pupils were unusually dilated and asked if I were doing drugs; not in this decade. but they get on my nerves;…
I’m with the native Americans in that dreams are a map of our true palate, a wild unburdened place where the pieces of our soul that need to unfold and do our laundry can do it and let us watch…
One thing I’m grappling with as grappling builds spiritual triceps of plushy diamonds is how much time slopping around in the underbelly of the soul of the world where the demons of the damned play air hockey with people, and…
This is what I tell my dog when I talk to her, asking her if she is bursting with love poop except in a voice that would land me the role of a lifetime as a leader of a castrata…
This is my tentative new title of whatever I do next on stage. When I was a teenager I wanted to become an airline pilot; hence the title. Seems to fit. I’m looking through my materials and my brain begins,…
Besides everything. what really puts me in the mood is organizing my stuff. I’m a hoarder, especially of memories, which every so often I have what I call a ‘memory dumping’, garbage day for my neurotransmitters; they leave old memories…
I bought an artificial Christmas tree, something I said I would never do. Last year a friend of mine fed me grief pellets through my shame cage for buying real trees, dressing their corpse in decorations for a couple…