lisdexicwriter

Monday, slept late... took my 1911 to the range and murdered the hell out of paper targets. Whent to Trader Joe's for green tea. Surfed the web and let my next chapter rattle around in my head.

Now it is time to stop fucking around and get to it.

NOTE: any mac writers, NISUS, has in my opinion the best word prosseser around, great spell...
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Damn two full growd women's in one day on SG!
Now don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with baby girls, in an aesthetic way. But I can't get my engine revved over some child born in a year I remember clearly.
If life has taught me anything it's this, sexuality comes with some time in saddle. Fact of nature is women hit their...
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Banging keys to the cool tones of Josh Rouse, another late night up working, typing a world into existence. Word by word the characters come to life and then somewhere on page 60 they start to walk their own path, surprising me with their willfulness, hey bitches I control you! They only scoff at my arrogance. I don't control shit, I'm a mere reporter now....
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I was six years old the first time I honestly considered suicide, not as some cry for help, touchy huggy bullshit. No, for me death was a gift, an escape. Like those vests divers wear that fill with air from a CO2 cartridge and pull them to the surface. At night while the Monster roared through the thin walls of our bungalow, I would pull...
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Dyslexic come out of the spell checker hell of a closet!

I hate the web, it involves typing in real time, editers of proof checkers to come to aid.

I have two clear choices, feel small and shitty when some one blast me for misspelling - or spend mucho time checking every line I post. Oh wait there is a 3rd option, say fuck it...
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Every thing has price, exspicide or emplyed. Every choice is the rejection of a nother. These are simple truths, but hard to live with.

The price of love, is the risk of heartbreak.
The price of Beauty is that you must live with others lust attached to you, and at times many will not look past it to see who live inside the beautiful flesh,...
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Wild windless night


A storm is brewing
In this city of lost angels
where we rack up bum checks
to pay for dreams we were sold
dreams of gold that turn to rust
long before the last payment is made

A storm is brewing
We're tired of the same old crap
we want more
we want less
we want anything to make us feel alive...
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do you ever feel older than dirt? and dumb as a rock? Yeah, dats me today. Busted up my baby toe rushing for a shower, nobody should be in that much of hurry to get clean, spent the morning at the docs, and from there into venice and still no shower. I feel very french.
I have been dreaming of Danesmark again, ah the gypsy...
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Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.
Charles Bukowski


Ah good ol' wisdom from Hank, one of the shining gems in the LA writers panthion.

My day are long and not enough...
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Last week I bust my ass on a new film... 17 hours a day at my avid edit bay and went cross eyed. Slept the sleep of the dead all weekend, woke only to write a bit. I have started a new health path, got tested fot food alirgies and I have to do some magor food adjustment. No corn, no coffee... yuck! But after...
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Life in the Corparatetocracy:

Fahrenheit 9/11continues to reverberate through my brain like a sprung rat it bounces off the soft walls of my brain ripping and taring in to the weak gray matter. The bastards are at it again, yup, on the news they said terror level should rise as we get closer to the election as the rumor mill they use for intelligence believes...
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To celibrate July 4th I took my son to see Fahrenheit 9/11, Perfect way to celibrate my independance. If you haven't see go, if you have take a vergin with you.