I make decision with precision
lost inside this manned collision
just to see that what is to be
perfectly my fantasy
I came to know with now dismay
that in this world we all must pay
pay to write
pay to play
pay to cum
pay to fight
and all in time, with just our minds
we soon will find what's left behind
not long ago when things were slow
we all got by with what we know
the end is near
hearts filled with fear
don't want to listen to what they hear
and so it's now we choose to fight
to stick up for our bloody right
the right to sing, the right to dance
the right is ours....we'll take the chance
a peace together
a piece apart
a piece of wisdom
from our hearts.
Rally up and dress to kill
Lace your boots and crush your pills
Run around and tell the gang
Polish up your dusty fangs
Everybody in the band
Kissing cheeks and shaking hands
Children of the tv screen
Chipped teeth and electricity
"give me a physical beat and an emotional beat and get out of my hair"
which makes me want to use it all the more to make a blog again. Some kind of daily writing exercise that isn't reliant on deadlines or some other stuff. This will be fragments and fun and friendship. But it won't be our friendship because I'm the only one reading this. It's the perfect crime.
Updating the site and I thought I'd make use of this useless part of my website to post about how I've uploaded the entirety of SCREAMLAND #6 here for you to read. The whole story is there, but I was happy to finally get this issue finished last year and I might as well make it easy to find and read after all that time and effort was put into it. If you've read my first book, SCREAMLAND: DEATH OF THE PARTY, this makes a nice epilogue for all the madness in there with some more madness and some deep monster self-reflection at the best place for it: Devil Fish's Funeral.
One more time for the cheap seats: click here to read SCREAMLAND #6.
I wrote a whole thing and then I forgot to save it. It's like I never left.
Because it was a blog post, it was a way too long-winded mission statement about actually using this blog for something. Also I said the word blog twice in the year 2015. But this site has to be about something and it largely seems to be about writing, so I'm gonna write about writing. Probably not much else, but considering that hardly anyone will be reading this, I'll consider this a monologue to myself, another place to keep my fingers moving when the idea train isn't just stalled, but tipped over, on fire and leaking chemicals into the groundwater.
And as I already wasted a bunch of time spelling out everything I'm trying to get done this weekend and still haven't accomplished, I'll get back to doing those things instead of this thing.
But I will use this thing.
tweaking odds and ends, trying this thing out, seeing if it's any use at all.
let's see, can I do this?
Yep. I can do that.
What else, what else...
How about this?
Okay. I guess I can do something with this.
One more thing.