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 (-:
This subchapter comes from Ordenary, the second of three stories which make up Off His Own Supply. They’re each a different genre, they each take place in a different universe, and they’re all connected by what the author of the book (a main character) describes as “very strange metaphysical events.”
This project was fun, came out real solid. I wrote a good chunk of it deep in the forest up the road from my parents’ house. It’s kind of a cross between a novel and a short story anthology, mixes the mundanity of backwoods life and the inanity of folklore, legend, cryptid, myth. Hope ya dig it (-:
The Jonathan Knox books are… well, they’re the Jonathan Knox books. One time, I was asked, “Who is Jonathan Knox?” Uh… he’s Jonathan Knox. His favorite ice cream flavor is Rocky Road. He’s absolutely out of his goddamn mind, too, but that just comes with the territory.
The amount of joy I feel over the fact that Sto’tryp exists is unparalleled. That is all.
An excerpt from my first book, Running: How To Torture Yourself and Enjoy It |The Unvictimized Edition|. I remember writing this thing, laying in my bed in my parents’ attic, not knowing what it would lead to. The Garden is all one story, folks, 21 books and counting, and it all started here. It can all be traced back here, too, which I think is just phenomenal.
A week or two ago when I was out on Pearl with all my books, a ‘man named named Louis came up, bought a copy of One of Two Ways, and gave me a photo shoot. Big ups to Loius! Here’s the results: