When I Was A Rum Guy
I'm a Wine guy. I always have been. Except for the time when I was a Rum guy. Strong, brave, cold-hearted Rum guy. A double on the rocks. Soda is for the faint-hearted has-beens!
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It's not a blog.
It's the aftertaste of something I didn't finish feeling.
A night I barely remember. And yet I do, vividly. The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m. It's what happens when I don't censor the thinking part.
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Musings
What Else Left To Do But To Jerk Off?
What else is there left to do but to lie naked on the rooftop and to jerk off to the warm summer breeze in the moonless hours of the night?
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The Need To Feel Alive
Each song brings out a different kind of emotion, a zone, an inspiration to feel alive.
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The Sound Of Music
Try to listen closely to the sound of music that these walls shed out.
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Poems
Letters to Jane
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
I've several pieces of me
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A Glitch In The Matrix
You are an anomaly, Jane.
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Unfinished Scribbles And Old Routines
This life has turned into a series of unfinished scribbles, old routines, disillusioned hours, and a promise of more to come.
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To Jane - Just A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense
The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy,
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About the Writer
Much Needed Nonsense was born out of insomnia, overthinking, and too much movies, songs, and Bukowski. If it resonates, that's probably not a coincidence.