k.e.r

a baby still babbling at three years old is resisting the container of language, the linguistic capture of meaning over miracles, the glass cup over the house spider. baby knows this is the fight of her life, that words want to cover everything, tile a mosaic over the world. no light let through.

1 like 1 hater loses their career to the abyss

demonology

this is fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the actors look nothing like him; the character is nothing like him. he is not him, not himself. I imagine him feeling as I once did: helpless, silenced and sidelined. I hope he feels violated, like I stole something from him he will never get back. I couldn't dream up a better revenge.

sometimes I imagine him looking me up, searching what I offer for consumption, for readers but also for him, always for him. I imagine him reading posts and comments. "this is what the character looked like in my mind," I write. "what did he look like in yours?" the responses go on & on.

the trickster girls
the schoolmarm
the broad shouldered brute
the sphinx

I want to knock every woman my age off her prim little perch

I want to shred your certainty

forty does change things. this is merely a gentle warning.

I understand, and love, and experience boomer man music in a way boomer men never can

gold teeth ii is sd's best bjoel song

zanzibar is billy joel's best steely dan song

but I'm the one who can't WRITE! A! SENTENCE! so

the way other writers use the internet is so creatively corrosive and embarrassing

looking forward to being a future me who is interested in and gentle with the idiot I am now

put all the weirdness to work. if you really have been "in control" like you claim, the story should be in easy reach. go ahead, write the alibi

the Girl gets corroded but not forever

young people without any sense of adventure, no possible discoveries. of course they're miserable. but it's still their misery to reckon with, to succumb to, integrate, or overcome

the key is to write HIM as afraid, not her, definitely not me

sixteen and listening to she's always a woman just like a woman she's always a woman just like a woman

"have you ever listened to that song, 'she's always a woman'?" he asks. my eyes glaze over; I'm twenty-five years ago, lost to the past.

atw10 is a jim steinman song but it's also scenes from an italian restaurant

three body prob must use spinning away in the death's end Dimension Scene. "like the night sky at arles" the use of ldr video games was good, playful, let's build on that

this is my space to hurl demands at brian eno

cale is passion, eno systems