Posted inLetters to Jane
Nothing Major, Just Wired Wrong
Sometimes I think I am just wired wrong, Jane. But I didn't use to be this way, not until a few years back. There were times when I was just…
Posted inLetters to Jane
A Little Bit Of Clarity, A Little Bit Of Crazy
What the mind needs is a little bit of clarity, Jane, and for that I need a little bit of the crazy. I haven't had the crazies for a long…
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The Haunting Of My Own Self
Stillness is not peace when your mind is haunted. And this is the haunting of my own self. I feel sick Jane. I feel absolutely sick of these emotions churning…
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The Will Of My Ego
The will of my ego knows no bound! It's a tough ask, Jane. It's a tough ask to watch your thoughts, clean the trash inside, and solve the cluttered jumble…
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To Jane – Just A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense
The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy, the anxious twitches of how things should have been. A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense is all this is. I am sorry, 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. Jane, I have to give myself a hundred reasons…
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A Glitch In The Matrix
You are an anomaly, Jane, a glitch in the matrix. You probably don't even exist. Still, here you are, with your shiny, long hair, darker than the moonless nights I've…
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Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane? I've got several pieces of me Scattered around like sawdust Anonymously Like John Does Inside the dark tunnels of the high-end…
Posted inMusings
I Don’t Think He Loves Me Anymore
"I don't think he loves me anymore." Surfing through the channels, absent-mindedly, they are all the same. The eyes always fixated on the TV screen like glue searching for bits…
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What Really Matters In The Grander Scheme Of Things?
Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can because nothing really matters in the grander scheme of things anyway. Everything that seems important is useless, tiny, microscopic…
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In The Search Of A Moment Of Magic
In the search of a moment of magic. Things appear quite different when you stand on the rooftop of a multi-story building at 3 am. The pluckable stars, the reachable…
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How Does It Help?
How does it help? How does anything help? Why should anything help? Why are we so fixated on the word 'help'? Get up, move on, lie down, jerk off, repeat…
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The Resistance
The body heats up, the temperature rises. It feels like an artist diving deep into the Blues on his acoustic Guitar. No resistance. The haunting, the unfamiliarity, the shivers in…
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The Sound Of Music
Try to listen closely to the sound of music that these walls are shedding. Just close your eyes and cast off your mind, your own noises, be still, and listen…
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The Need To Feel Alive
Each song opens a new room, brings out a different kind of emotion, a zone, an inspiration, a need to feel alive. And what's better in this world than to…
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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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When I Was A Rum Guy
I’m Not a Rum Guy Anymore. I’m a Wine guy now. I always have been. Except, of course, for the time when I was a Rum guy. A strong, brave,…
Posted inLetters to Jane
The Will Of My Ego
The will of my ego knows no bound! It's a tough ask, Jane. It's a tough ask to watch your thoughts, clean the trash inside, and solve the cluttered jumble…
Posted inLetters to Jane
To Jane – Just A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense
The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy, the anxious twitches of how things should have been. A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense is all this is. I am sorry, Jane,…
Posted inLetters to Jane
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. Jane, I have to give myself a hundred reasons…
Posted inLetters to Jane
A Glitch In The Matrix
You are an anomaly, Jane, a glitch in the matrix. You probably don't even exist. Still, here you are, with your shiny, long hair, darker than the moonless nights I've…
Posted inLetters to Jane
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane? I've got several pieces of me Scattered around like sawdust Anonymously Like John Does Inside the dark tunnels of the high-end…
Posted inMusings
I Don’t Think He Loves Me Anymore
"I don't think he loves me anymore." Surfing through the channels, absent-mindedly, they are all the same. The eyes always fixated on the TV screen like glue searching for bits…
Posted inMusings
What Really Matters In The Grander Scheme Of Things?
Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can because nothing really matters in the grander scheme of things anyway. Everything that seems important is useless, tiny, microscopic…
Posted inMusings
In The Search Of A Moment Of Magic
In the search of a moment of magic. Things appear quite different when you stand on the rooftop of a multi-story building at 3 am. The pluckable stars, the reachable…
Posted inMusings
How Does It Help?
How does it help? How does anything help? Why should anything help? Why are we so fixated on the word 'help'? Get up, move on, lie down, jerk off, repeat…
Posted inMusings
The Resistance
The body heats up, the temperature rises. It feels like an artist diving deep into the Blues on his acoustic Guitar. No resistance. The haunting, the unfamiliarity, the shivers in…
