What I want
I want to read poetry that makes sense. I want to see countryside in focus. I want to love more humans and be loved. I want to travel the world unassisted. I want… Continue reading
I want to read poetry that makes sense. I want to see countryside in focus. I want to love more humans and be loved. I want to travel the world unassisted. I want… Continue reading
This is my post on the Nudge-Wink report. Please visit it to experience an anxiety attack. And, yes. It’s okay to laugh with me. http://nudgewinkreport.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/so-this-is-your-brain-on-anxiety
Love lies at your feet, . the groundwork of friendship builds . foundations of trust.
Insomnia. What a beautiful word for a virulent monster creeping into that place between wake and sleep to form a barrier so strong nothing penetrates. Take a pill. Meditate. Stay awake until you… Continue reading
Creativity isn’t factory work assembly. The words come, the words go. No particular flow. No way to predict when it’s going to happen. . Rivers run wild, wordflowers blossom. Droughts are a killer… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Return of the Modern Philosopher:
Last night, I was chatting with Matthias, the Producer/Director who hopes to make .33 Reverse Gunther his next film. He is on his way…
Humiliation, Humility, Humbleness. Words feline untouched. <!!RAAR!!> “I meant to do that!” Slowly lick your wounded pride, lay down like you’re bored. <…OR…> Head held high, strut the joys of incredulity never looking… Continue reading
A second language, poetry. Trying to grasp at a dream, at the molecules of thought bursting pollen from the brain. <-> I know not why it speaks to me, the infant hearing ‘yes’,… Continue reading
Limericks are just such a natural part of a not-quite-right mind. 🙂
Understanding why dogma corsets bind the soul, deforming psyche. Understanding thought, word-brush synaptic colors filling the minds-eye.