The Universe just spoke to me, and fuck was she straightforward!
Fifty iterations of this shit, Christ. Look at me go. Y’ever notice how the word “episode” is used to describe both an iteration of a serialized show AND a fit of psychosis?
I’m not sure I’ve ever posted an excerpt of Flowers. I wrote this cold piece of work in five days. Took around a weekish to edit it. It’s about an apocalypse and the few consciousnes’s who survive it, has a bunch of marijuana leaves on the front cover. What else do you need to know?
Always liked this piece. Fits the project really well. A Lyme-Brained Rhyme Game is a novel – or novelette, if you like wordcount – presented in the form of a poetry collection. As the book proceeds, the author – the main character of the piece – travels deeper and deeper into his psyche until he has a conversation with the voice in his head, and then the story keeps going!
I love this goofy-ass book, ‘man. I had such a good time writing it, and reading it always brings a smile to my face. That’s right, I read my own work. In fact, my books are the only books I read. That’s really all I do these days, just sit around sniffing my own farts. What can you do?
Been having very interesting dreams lately. Lucid, the grand majority of them. Made me think of this passage specifically, so here y’go. Convenient Incidents is definitely one of my deep cuts. Lovely work, of course, but definitely one of the hidden gems. Hope ya see the sparkle (-:
Big reveal in this one, y’all!
Forgot to make this post before I went live… but, I did go live! First time in a few days, sorry for the hiatus. I’ve been working with Sonata and the monster children, you know how it is.
Haven’t done one of these in a few days! Ironically enough, I have nothing to verbally communicate…. and yet here we are! Hah!