The 20 Nothing's.
“Are you an anxious person?” someone who barely knows me but read my blog asks. “Well, fuck,” I think, “is that the vibe I’m giving off?” Right now I’ve resigned myself to the fact that yes… yes it is. I’ve been writing myself lately, writing exactly the way I speak even. And to be completely honest it’s a confusing, odd,...
Listen to Yourself and Get the Fuck Out There
You have to be your own motivational speaker. There’s a reason those preachy, big lettered pamphlets are called self-help books, and it’s because they are exactly that - a self. The self of the writer, scribbling out advice they’ve learned from going through their own fury of problems. If I were to write one, it would read something like this: “Put this down, listen to...
When your pen stops flowing - pick up the brush. The back up reserves kicking in. Words smoothed out in ink. The difference. The model.
The electric lights made me feel alive and the depth of the road alone. There was only one way to go, forward, and it stretched never ending into the night. I descended the darkness under a fluorescent glare and all I knew is when I shielded my eyes, I could catch a glimpse of a fact on the horizon. It was that fact that kept me going. It was that fact that seemed real. A...