remember not my face

Do me a favor,

will you?

Forgot my face
I couldn’t make it
to Hollywood
anyway,
not even
the local film
Industry.

But remember
my words
and spread ’em.
my words
M-Y-W-O-R-D-S!

The rewards of invalidating people

 

The quickest, surefire way to win a lifetime of enemies is by running ’round town like an asshole invalidating people’s feelings.

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Writing disorders

It happens to all mortal writers.

It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of when. These “disorders” are common to all writers whether he is experienced or an amateur.

• Diaryhea – impulsive-compulsive writing disorder due to sudden burst of ideas oftentimes coming out of nowhere. Indication includes scurrying around looking for any medium possible such as toilet papers, receipts, phone, or anything within arms reach to jot down ideas while they can still be vividly recognized. Failure to do so often results in psychological conditions such as regret and depression.

• Constipation – when the mind clogs due to unprocessed ideas not written immediately. Analogous to a hanged computer due to overload of data and commands. The problem with this condition is it eventually makes the writer “explode” which explains why some of his outputs are a chain of rubbish before coming up with something worth reading.

In moments of which, there is only one prescription. It’s hard and uncomfortable but it needs to be done anyway if you do not want inactivity to undermine your soul:

Just write.

What not to ask a writer to do

 

Asking a writer to reveal more skin or to send nudes is like asking an already half-naked Victoria’s Secret model to show her cleavage.

Because she reveals more than her buck-naked body when she writes. She exposes her soul.

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Fuck Talk

The problem in today’s relationships is we are so eager to fuck the body that we often neglect one equally important thing to screw in either partner – and that is to fuck each other’s mind.

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The sky reminds me of you today

The sky reminds me of you today:

cloudless
sunshine’s through and through

but lets in
some cold air too

there ain’t no place right now
that I’d rather be

strutting the streets
with good old revelry

Indifferent poetry

Poetry doesn’t care about me

doesn’t give a fuck

not even a shit

Plays god

on a mere mortal like me

a mere instrument

it made me be

for it to be born and gone

gone

gone

gone

having fun

far beyond the sun