Sometimes… you just need to get it out there…
This is a new one for me. I will admit I’ve been grasped by television shows before but television hasn’t been much of a staple in my life. My parents controlled the television when I was a child. We had some shows we watched as a family like Survivor. But mostly it was an episode … Continue reading Black Mirror
So far NaNoWriMo has been a bust for me, the first week I was constantly getting up at 6:00AM to go to the Coffee Shoppe in town and order a nice Medium Roast coffee and pull out my tablet for a little one on one writing time (first days I well exceeded my necessary word … Continue reading Disappointed
The ideas that infiltrate my mind. Infecting the very small fraction of my sanity still intact. Words are poisons of the mind. Words can be antidotes or clues to the chaos before you. Venomous clues you must take one at a time; hoping not to overdose. A dissection of possibilities. The tragedies and scenes that … Continue reading You Are Your Greatest Enemy
Dissociative Identiy Disorder- A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality states. I haven’t a slight clue who the hell I am anymore? It dawned on me this evening while I was smoking. I looked at my cigarette and just was shocked and ashamed that I involved myself in something I … Continue reading Distraught
No one (I know) takes time to look at the stars anymore. They’re all wrapped up in their own digital fabricated universes. Don’t they realize what’s in front of them is far greater than what is beyond them? I suppose I’m just a cynic. I’m no better than them. I wasted the last half hour … Continue reading Starry Night
"Black coffee is a synecdoche for life; when you eliminate the excess—when you deliberately avoid life's empty calories—what remains is exponentially more delicious, more enjoyable, more worthwhile. It might be a bitter shock at first; but, much like coffee, a meaningful life is an acquired taste. Sip slowly and enjoy." Life is an Aquired Taste-Joshua … Continue reading Coffee, as Black as my Soul? Or Maybe Something More?
