The Home Of Wild Things
another collection of poems, theory, jargon and prose, maybe a little humor and a story or two, do not expect anything BUT out of the ordinary. if you can manage that, then my efforts may not have been wasted.…
another collection of poems, theory, jargon and prose, maybe a little humor and a story or two, do not expect anything BUT out of the ordinary. if you can manage that, then my efforts may not have been wasted.…
this is an infomercial attempting to preceed if not preclude any assumptions made on wether we actually HAVE an opinion on these and many other matters, and their management, in the event that you find that I am NOT completely out of my mind, I would thereby give my permissions to any and all, who would then begin to give a rats ass, about anything!!…
Hmm, how to describe, hmm, a story of someone who doesn't WANT to take over, just wants out, and away from their "old" life, there's alot of loose ends, catapults, caterpillars and, twisted plots, burial and otherwise, you'll just have to read on, cos I'm, not giving you ALL, the business, now AM i....…
blah blah blah about this thing we have...…
As, im not led around by QUITE the same nuts as i was in younger years, this will be Yet another gathering of timelines, but this time told from both alternating perspectives and also from alternate timepoints, a bit more shlock than previous attempts but, endearing nonetheless, in character and hopefully, this even gets read throughout by anyone. One borrowed concept brings completely different worlds together through the eyes of an alien, a grandparent, and one male human. I really hope I can pull this off!Now, youll have to bear with me on this i, havent quite invented the three or more alien languages this story should require, hmm, twisty thick plot indeed. 43535934274356274300…
ask me again sometime, this is the kind of thing that comes when I write while NOT having temporal paroxysms.…
techno scifi steampunk with a dash of alien influences and a whole bottle of fed up with politics, hate and religion. several attempted comedy scenes laced together within the newest construct of Virtua, few thought out characters take a back seat to outlines describing several timelines connected by a common human interest... migrating humanity to a new world, after the depletion of earth's resources, virtua becomes humanities only inner sanctum from the encroaching darkness of outer space, the story includes a few short but poetic passages relating alien messages regarding whether they should help us or not...…
I haven't quite decided what this is yet, other than a collection of short stories attempting to weave themselves into one stream, err, SCREAM, of conscience. In case any of you were wondering, what the gobbledygook BEFORE each of the stories is, well, those are their precursor thoughts or, where each of them (the stories) came from. I just thought it might be nice to see a thought through to its logical conclusion, speaking of which, I don't think ANY of these is complete and so, this may take quite awhile to finish. It should be noted, that the reason I include my precursor thoughts in these stories, is so i can explore if not navigate, my feelings and thoughts on the issues they discuss, any humor or drama experienced, should be regarded as a sidebar, perhaps even an afterthought. -Enjoy! Oh and, please share these if you find them appropriate to do so.…
collection of poetry and short stories, nowhere near complete, in this app anyway, alot of transferring to do...Hope you like…
this is just an inspiration from a name on the vent app, and youtube, and is in no way, shape or form intended to induce people to rap, nor is it intended as any sort of an introduction, maybe into the hallowed grave, of my nemesis...death.…
maybe I'll come up with something good sometime.…
this is going to be a collaboration, of two artist reaching out into a world of mystery, with a common and unknown link that drives each of them to discover the other, within a recurring dream they share, they both, from unique perspectives, see a strange blue light which seems to beckon them towards it, strangely connected to each other and having never met, the young boy and girl, each in their own land, and on different continents, begin paying heed only to the dream, to find each other and what this blue mystery might mean...…
Poetic modern drama about drama…
I have absolutely zero idea or conception of what im going to put here, except to say that I may need a bit of a pep talk before I begin, with THAT said, holy fucking Jesus H CHRIST this is fucking insane!…