As a writer, scribbling random words, brief passages, and tangential thoughts just kinda comes naturally to me, and then I end up with all these scraps of paper I’m afraid to throw out for fear of losing something I once thought precious enough to write down. Sometimes, I transcribe these notes and fragments so as to preserve them digitally. Only then do I feel like I can toss the original scrap of paper out.
So, that’s pretty much what you’ve got here: ain’t nothing but a few left-over scraps I recently ran across and thought I’d share before tossing the originals. Enjoy!
extrapolating the internet…
The internet collapses time & space, allowing instantaneous access to anywhere & everywhere…this process eventually accelerates to the point of implosion/explosion of time & space…
witnessing this as a traveler into,
then out from the Center of Time & Space,
so see future and then past merge
A writer falls in love with reading, again:
I am enamored anew
with the words of another
seizing a passing thought
I thought I thought
once
spilling secrets
spelling it out
in words
weird and wondrous
once again anew
1-30-16
If I were to start a religion, the central sacrament would be miniature golf, and this would be our credo:
We secede spiritually as the Church-State of Eternal Confusion: not just Life, but the Cosmos & Eternity are a combination of skill & luck facing absurd difficulties. We believe in Miniature Golf as the central Truth of our Existence — in miniature only, as golf writ large across the landscape is an obscenity upon the land, a good walk ruined, Mother Nature with a manicure.
9-11-15 (mostly)
and summing it up:
all right there in the middle of the great in-between
Buller's back porch 