I like to read. So I think I am going to try something different. lolz
I think I am going to write. Three types of books.
1)Fantasy/Fiction
2)Erotic
3)Serious crap
I don't know about number 3, but it is there, bleeding to be written, but the story isn't done yet.
Ever just want to scream and scream into a pillow until you have no breath or thought left in your head? Until your head splits open and the light from tomorrow illuminates the transient thoughts from yesterday?
Stream of Consciousness...
school busses tulips petals dropping hearing the cartoons in the background and thinking of pizza with a pint sweating and sitting in the sun burning ever so slowly and eyes red and hurting for brightness, rare steak on a grill would be nice smoking a cigarette and flying over the ocean to a ring of stones opening a gate in the fog to Avalon and eating an apple chatting with Morgan LeFay to change into a form with wings to fly away from the abomination that is the day skateboarding off into a culvert to end up in paradise on my arse maiden mother crone oh goddess i am so alone hearing the sounds in silence thinking this is one goddamn long sentence but not caring because it feels so nice getting things outta me brain because it gets so full sometimes having ideas and no outlet for stress mi fuirich fuaim... I remain an echo
I think I am going to write. Three types of books.
1)Fantasy/Fiction
2)Erotic
3)Serious crap
I don't know about number 3, but it is there, bleeding to be written, but the story isn't done yet.
Ever just want to scream and scream into a pillow until you have no breath or thought left in your head? Until your head splits open and the light from tomorrow illuminates the transient thoughts from yesterday?
Stream of Consciousness...
school busses tulips petals dropping hearing the cartoons in the background and thinking of pizza with a pint sweating and sitting in the sun burning ever so slowly and eyes red and hurting for brightness, rare steak on a grill would be nice smoking a cigarette and flying over the ocean to a ring of stones opening a gate in the fog to Avalon and eating an apple chatting with Morgan LeFay to change into a form with wings to fly away from the abomination that is the day skateboarding off into a culvert to end up in paradise on my arse maiden mother crone oh goddess i am so alone hearing the sounds in silence thinking this is one goddamn long sentence but not caring because it feels so nice getting things outta me brain because it gets so full sometimes having ideas and no outlet for stress mi fuirich fuaim... I remain an echo
I cannot say that I have. similar though