Day off won't see Jane O God O Sacred
Heart O
drunk again sitting at the
table someone Paul or Hamilton I can't figure blows by and smugs
something about “if your idea of enjoyment is drinking piss and
losing control of your actions....Sorry, Cal....”
It's raining out
Copyright 1991 C.F.
Roberts/2015 Molotov Editions
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Believe it or not I don't do
this blog to toot my own horn (What am I gonna say? “Here's this
Kerouac ripoff I shat out in my 20's which is presently languishing
in unpublished limbo----Yay Me?”) I'm a fuckin' writer, I'm into
writing, sharing writing and talking about writing and the whole
process has probably saved my life any number of times.
Going through my manuscript
for THE EASTER EGG HUNT for some future bloggage I found this one
passage which I'm still pretty happy with. Ending the passage with no
punctuation the way I did here is something I'm still actually very
proud of.
COMING SOON TO USELESS FILTH: 3 WALKS/
3 DAYS
“The Walk” (1994)
HELLO, UGLY (1990)
THE EASTER EGG HUNT (1991)
along with a few smatterings of
dreary shop talk.
THIS WEEK'S PLAYLIST:
FAITH NO MORE-Best of FNM
THE MOTHERS OF INVENTION-Freak Out
FRANK ZAPPA-Overnight Sensation
THE RESIDENTS-Hallowed be thy Ween
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