It was getting cold again, after a perfect day the prior, and I was trying to register the significance of the day and my current point in life, but all I could really notice was the grey and an anomaly; a ray of sunshine poking out. Somewhere on the landscape ahead, the sun was providing color, warmth, energy, and life. Then another hole, and another hole; several solar punctures radiating light before me, and at the moment I knew; I was looking at my own life.
Author: james
Narrate
I’ve arrived at what I sense has the risk to be an unpopular decision, but popularity is of concern to politicians and high schoolers. I didn’t care about popularity in high school, and I’m disillusioned with politics, so it looks like greater sense won’t be stopping me. I want to narrate my life. Not every… Continue reading Narrate
getting personal
I was in the car. I was driving the car. There were 4 of us in there. We were driving around the city of Fairview, looking for a graveyard. We were going to take pictures, maybe make memories of each other as ghosts. It was in the summer, of course, which is the appropriate time… Continue reading getting personal
Resurrect Golem
My am rocks Pile am Pretty woman visit Magic woman from trees My from cave Whisper at my Rocks live Resurrect Golem Rocks am Golem My am rocks Golem living Pretty magic woman gone Return to trees Cave alone Golem stay cave My am golem My know rocks Rocks and cave Not like Golem Another… Continue reading Resurrect Golem
Varicose
Out of place like varicose veins Trying to stop blood flow The pressure only rises Swept away, Sun, Tsunami Only seeing red Varix, varix.
Snoop Pearson
“You’re in a shit spot, man. Feel good february can still work, but how do we get you to the point where you can finally start getting some of what you deserve? Because you deserve a lot more than what you have right now.” A wise gangster once said, “deserve ain’t got nothin’ to… Continue reading Snoop Pearson
Indie Size IV
Lately, I end each day feeling mentally accomplished. In my current state of things, my mind just gnaws and gnaws on things in an effort to break them down into something I can swallow, digest, and, uh, get them beyond my system. Thus is the cycle. The end of the night hits, I’ve thought non-stop… Continue reading Indie Size IV