i iz drinkin a vodka martooni...
sorry for the lack of posting, not that it matters, but i've been reeling from this and that and the next thing for the past four or five days. i've been winding up to do some serious writing soon, i've been inspired to start compiling old stuff and writing new stuff for a book. it's going to be about ghosts and sex and coffee and cigarettes and maybe squirrels and other inane, unrelated stuff, but it's time. it's time to empty the dust bin i call my mind and clear out a lot of things that will be in the way of a peaceful, uncomplicated death, when ever that comes. i'm not being morbid and there's nothing wrong with me, but i've done a lot, seen a lot, experienced a lot and it's time to put some of what is worth passing on down on paper and make room for some new stuff. i mean, let's face it, i'm well past the fifty yard line in my time on this mortal coil. knowing that sort of concentrates the mind, you know? i had a bit of a catharsis recently and, while terrifying, it's ok. i'm moving in a very straight line right now and realize that, out beyond me, there is nothing. it's all within. so, i'll probably be posting some things here solely for the purpose of soliciting opinions and seeing how things play out, then i'll start.
in the mean time, LET'S DANCE!!!
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1 Comments:
Writing is good! Would love to hear the stories. I have determined after long and painful tries, that I am not a writer, I am a reader. It's just the way my brain works.
If you get it written then I always think somehow it will be there forever. That's probably wrong, but still the thought persists. So start writing and give the world some great stuff to think about for the next millennium.
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