Quote of the Month; May….2009.

“By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.”
~ Franz Kafka; german-bohemian author and philosopher.




a challenge failed?…

out of Context;
‘this has been a learning experience for me, and I hope you stick with me through my phases of writing…’




random Quote of the Day

~deacon khet on the differences between comedy, farce and bizarro.




Last Day

Phone is ringing once again. That thing has gone off five times already. Don’t get all upset just because the fucking phone wasn’t picked up and the poor bastard on the other end didn’t feel like listening to how shitty your life is. He’s positive your life does suck worse than any have sucked in the history of human occupation on Earth. Of course, and this merits multiple sessions of whining on the talky-talk.

Get a hammer and destroy this cursed idol.




Dreams

It’s father took a sandwich off the table, opened the child’s fractured face, placed the food within the shiny red pulp, then shut the bloody flaps sealing the head.




streams experiment 1

but it is my highway the highway men the highway brood the highway stream the highway hypnotism mocking adjustments to mirrors and seats. of course you’ll be uncomfortable. it’s summer time on the coast and your AC sucks the gas out. alternate. take in the view. show the road you knew what you knew.




Quote of the Month; April….2009.

“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.”
~ Jim Morrison; american poet, writer and singer-songwriter.




inspiration and the juices that run dry.

out of Context;
‘I write because the world bugs me, the small details sometimes escaping me for a larger view of the madness, but still I hear more than the voices in my head…’




Sacrificing Under Suspicion to Err in Judgment.

out of Context;
‘faulty hardware that we are in control of only so far, and into the miasma we breed our worst interpretations of a soul.’

SUSEJ