more gems from my giirlfriend's mouth...

put some heat on it!

stop being such a fingerfuck.

you know, for coitus.

Johnny Cash Loves You!

um, redesign

yeaqh...it was time...mostly because this started out as a secret blog...just for me...and then i built in some secret passages and trappdoors to lead people here...when i started sending out direcdt links to it...well...the secrets out...so why not make the place presentalbe...and while i'm at it...

restate my purpose here...

this is a journal of my creative process. i'll talk about what inspires me, how something goes from idea to words on the page, and anything else that might spill out of my head.

i am a writer/filmmaker in denver, colorado

my work is informed by a variety of creative forces:

Burroughs, William
Bukowski, Charles
Thompson, Hunter & Jim
Himes, Chester
Carver, Raymond
Dreiser, Theodore
Goines, Donald
Steinbeck, John
Leigh, Mike
Lee, Spike
Scorsese, Martin
Dix, Otto
Gilliam, Terry
Simone, Nina
D, Chuck
Waits, Tom
Mingus, Charles
Cash, Johnny
Mother Africa
Guiness

to name a handful.

i've been writing for 18 years.

i've been writing seriously in happy obscurity for 10 years

i have have a passion/weakness for women and alcohol.

this is my testimony.

make believe love is a poisonous pleasure
real love is the sand in my shoe
the passion that feeds me is my passion for words
at the end of the day i am my own best company
at the end of my life all i have is me

Johnny Cash Loves You!

observe and record

jill has posted a very good writing exercise and it's inspired me to write a little something about how i keep my creativity alive...

first, grab your camera...it doesn't have to be fancy...a $5 camera in a box will do...and everyday, for for five days...take one picture of the following tyeps...portrait...candid...landscape...architectual...still life...one picture a day...so after five days you have taken one portrait, one candid, etc...the order doesn't matter...repeat this patern for 30 days

the point of the the execise it two fold...first, it slows you down...instead of pointing your camera at any and everything, it makes you aim deliberately, and (hopefully) thoughtfuly...if you only get one shot a day, i bet you won't waste it...

second, it sharpens your observational skills...it narrows down your focus...and it widens your scope...one day youre taking a picture of one of your favorite buildings...the next day youre arranging pocket change...shit like that...

every good writer starts with two basic skills...observe...and record...

Johnny Cash Loves You!

first i want to talk about my blessings...there's no need here for me to run down my pedigreee...but it could be summed up that life has pu a lot of shhit in front of me...but i really am blessed to have this woman with me right now...case in point...last lignt she kept me from mixing it up wit some ignant ass mutherfuker and his girlfriend...and kept me from going to jail...again...but she was ready to go...i had to talk her down from whipping that skinny little girls ass...shes a wildcat, this one...i know she's got my back...and i damn sure got hers

i am not satisfied...it's not enough...so far, ive been dabbling at the surface...toying with my subject matter...i've got to go deeper...that's right...get emotional...i've got to sink my teeth into it...ripp the head off...and get bto the heart...tear the fucker open...and get up inside of it...

Johnny Cash Loves You!

when i read other peolples blogs and they say...real bloggers write EVERYDAY...this is my internal dialog...um, bullshit...this is the problem with living in a celebrity culture...EVERYONE thinks EVERYTHING they do is worthy of the worlds ATTENTION...now i kinow blogging is an exercise in vanity...but i am only vain enough to think that someone might be interested in some of the stuff i write...i write everyday...i don't post everday...i'm not so vain to think that everything i write is worth reading...americans...when will we get over ourselves...

Johnny Cash Loves You!

this is a link to an online william burroughs cut up machine...it is good...it is fun...use it for your benefit

Johnny Cash Loves You!

cunt, cunt, cunty cunt...honey, this breakfast is cuntastic...last night's game? why it was cuntacular...i'm sorry for being such a cunt...now bring your cunt over here...it sounds like it needs a good cunt licking...

grow up

okay now i just ffel like a prornographer...am i pandering to the bottom feeders...it's smut, i know it is...it only slightly better than a well written penthouse lettre...as a writer i know i'm goood at three things...lonlieness, violence and sex...its whatg i do...to be ashamed of that would somehow be akin to apologizing for breathing...

for me good storytelling begins with character...characters making choices...and then reacting, or not, to the consequences...because there is no choice without consequence...this is the lesson of daily life...add a dash of drama...and blam...youve got the beginings of a good story...it's a fairly simple formula...just like a martini, it's easy to fuckj up...the question here is what constitutes drama...in a human life the most pivitol events hinge on one of two things...love and death...these to me are the most fascinating parts of life...what drivesus to love...whhat are the many ways humans express love...hoow do we acknoledge death, if at all...addmitedly, sex and violence lie at the surface of these questions...why do we fuck...we seem to be part of an exclusive club that has sex for reasons other than procreeation...or is that a lie...why do we kill...again, we seen to be the exception in a system where the rule is to only kill for survival...theis is the stuff my writing comes from...and it the only defense i have for my subject matter...

Johnny Cash Loves You!

outdoor rock concerts...the reasons why not...frat house mall boys...with their mohawk mulletts and plastic elvis glasses...i wanna pimp slap them just to watch the truckeer capps fall off their heads...their drunk dates...falling down laoded before the sun sets...before the show's over, she''ll be puking or getign fucked in the back of somebody's car...the acid eating hippies...reeling in the years...the only thing stronger than their pachouli...the stink of regret..some of us live in the here and now...yuppies who show up late to a GA show...pushing their way in front...walking gentrification...me...for spending the first hour of the show writing this rant in my head.

the reasons why...musicians who play with passion and integrity...fans returning that passion with enthusiasm and respect...the contact high

Johnny Cash Loves You!