A is for appetite…
Alchemical Manipulation
I feel like some sort of wizard with my new gizmo, energyxt…
A thumb drive with sequencing software and enough free space to save hours of music, drums samples, and hopefully more instrument patches….
I’m giving serious thought to setting aside the hard rock/metal genre for this… It’s easy as hell to write, just point and click, drag and drop….
I must say though, once I have a real handle on the software, I’ll be using it to create sonic backdrops to live guitar and bass. The wonderful thing is the ability to sequence beats then copy/paste them as needed… No more dealing with subpar acoustic drum recordings and the fact that the beats I hear in my head I lack the ability to play live. I never said I was a drummer damnit, and drummers around here all suck for one …
a challenge failed?…
so I have set up one of the largest hurdles to ever be within my purview as writer to take on… 20000 words is a powerful task, and in a month, I did make many pokes into that dark matter with as much of my mental capabilities as I could… however, my assigned task was too much to take on at this point, and through this self-proposed challenge I have learned much about what obstacles I do need to overcome for my writing to work well… I need to finish a story firstly, and then work on volume later, when I have more experiential data to spring from… I have so many unfinished stories and rough drafts on this site that it makes this challenge seem kind of ridiculous to try to tackle this early in my work, but …
a new challenge.
My stories now make up the bulk of this site, and there are certain things that I require to perfect my art of storytelling… One of those would be the ability to create a story from scratch, no pun intened, and then proceed to reach 20000 words in a month’s time… I have chosen to do this now, with two days down and out, and would not wish it any other way… Not next month, but this month I shall see if I can make this particular story the primary focus of my intent… Not dallying between stories as I have been, this is a true test of my writing mettle, and I shall steel myself against the onslaught of randomness that permeates my thoughts at most points… By the way, I have never really finished a story in …
Another 13th Friday.
two in this year. is that how it is every year now? the questions fill my mind to no feasible end. at times feeling like the monster, and others, like the martyr. i can see the good and the evil. the vile and the unjust on one hand, but the sweet and the sentimental upon the other. this tricks me into thinking that we can all see things this way, but do i really know the truth of the situation? again, a part of me says ‘yes’. the part of me that still remembers cold winters up north, but then the other half of me realizes the strange atmosphere that permeates the south. an environment of heat and restlessness unrelenting. seasons change as the mood varies from one aspect to another, and yet there is no refuting the proof …
the altered ego.
what a piece of shite am I… negative influences can always get the better of us somehow… to quote Simon and Garfunkel, ‘hello, darkness, my old friend’… what meaning can we derive from the words of these supposed charlatans?… Hope?… is there such a thing out there amongst the rabble?… dancing upon the fractured tongue of bitter upset… breaking down sequences that seem potent to our tastes… the delay of self bouncing from topic to topic and back again in some fit of energetic and frenetic frenzy… what are the tricks we use to trade our instinct and intuition for this altered ego that seems to overwhelm the soul?… leaving us all with the horrid consequences of our actions… the mourning after what was once a great experience, and at first, an experiment in betraying those egregious and secretive …
the Dead Beat Generation (a manifesto)…
solidly and firmly implanted in the history of beatniks like Burroughs and Kerovac, the Dead Beat Generation also embraces the slacker culture that has arisen from the laze that our baby-booming parents have instilled in those of us that make up the degenerate lower echelons, but as well related to the bleak realities that face our general populace and the now to deal with them… crazy is what is required to defeat a system officially based in corruption no matter how pure the ideals were that had begun it, and this is what makes us anarchists and deviants against the demolishing culture around us, eating our souls like we were fuel for a greater progress… speaking not of war but the changing of ideas to make ourselves truly free in this weird aura of abundance… our forebears have made …
absolute obsolete.
dealing with death and decay, our protagonist is lead though a rogue’s gallery of characters, and soon the tunnel narrows to a pinpoint where only facing fear can be the truth.
a spectacle gruesome
a nightmare tale of harrowing transformations as the various survivors play out their struggles, revealing people in their most base forms of terror, and how they deal with the eminent demise of their world as they know it.
love (the many splendored thing)
the creation was flawed at first, but soon the passion was realized, whole and true. the garden was bent to the will of an inanimate creator, though animals and plants grew to abundant levels of understanding, and perfection was thought to be met. this was the simplistic end to it, existence beginning, right? then the human species singled themselves out to savor and relish this cursed gift of insight, or perhaps self-awareness would be more appropriate to use as a term. the creatures united to get away from the echelon of a restricted god-form materialized, and new worlds were founded from this freedom pursuit dedicated to finding a livelihood. the animated forms play upon the creative urge, the particle world grows larger, and though squeezed together, the resistance relies too much on the degree of the habitual. it sloshes …