Good writing -or at least halfway decent writing he had come to believe- was a lot like taking a nice, healthy shit. One had to just be patient and wait for it. But since he didn’t really feel either the urge to write or shit, he closed his notebook and returned it to his backpack. What to do? He drummed hi
Good night Donna.
Sitting in a motel room a long ways from home and not feeling very sleepy. There's just no place like your own bed. Sigh...
I like your style. Thank you. I appreciate that. and then there is majick, a deeply spiritual quest to engage in conversation with one's Holy Guardian Angel, also known as "The Great Work." Interesting. Especialy the quote by A. Crowley: The Quest of the Holy Grail, the Search for the Stone of the Philosophers—by whatever name we choose to call the Great Work—is therefore endless. Success onl
Weary of walking, he slipped off his backpack and plopped down on the ground against the rotting stump of a cottonwood tree. So. Damned. Tired. Wouldn’t it be cool, he mused to himself, if there was such a thing as magic? Wouldn’t it be cool, he mused to himself, if he could just snap his fingers and be re
haha...Yeah, happy birthday Shmucko! And maaaaaany moooooore.... (my mom turned 80 yesterday, too)
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How did I miss this? Still, I hope my continued admiration for your work provides some sort of comfort. I remain a fan, too.
Yes, absolutley melodic (is that a word? But you know what I mean)
I just don’t require A blind belief In something higher Me either. But then I'm one to believe that's there's really nothing as clear sighted as a belief in Something Higher.
I walk through This life I know Always with Death in tow As always, good stuff Maso. I'm always impressed with you. Walking side by side with death, the devil mocks their every step...
~smooche. patooie! yeech... (But welcome back!)
...and what a nice tribute, Buddah. To both of us.
Nah, just keep walking, pal. Sure thang, Buddah.
I read somewhere once that there's no such thing as co-inkydinks. Uh... yeah . Anyway, nice read. Beats the zombie stuff I'm used 'round here, lol.
Would he have a bargain mantra bin or three for one offers? Good idea! I can see it now... Epiphanies for sale? Interesting idea, and exactly proper for
Wavy Gravy's the coolest, ain't he?
Best advice I've heard in awhile. ...but easier said than done! Good luck, Kelly! I am a big believer of going with the flow but as a river on which I float and choose my
He stood in the middle of the empty crossroads and looked at the weedy vacant lot on the southwest corner. Perfect. It would be a perfect place to build a store he had in mind. But there were several hurdles and obstacles to overcome in order for his store to become a reality. Like, what in the hell to name it? He d
Do you think your guy will be disappointed when he finds the Tzu-Tzu tree? That's a good question, Kelly... <embed src="http://www.
One thing, amongst many, that one had to be on the look out for was falling into the rut of the same old, same old. Routine. Which leads to complacency. All this pickin’ ‘em up and puttin’ ‘em down was a sure fire way of falling into complacency –and complacency, he knew, could be a killer. Yeah,
Fuck. I sure hope nobody confuses me with you.
a waste of time ...and there's no better reason to write than that. Yes, welcome to JU. I look forward to reading you.
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