Wrestling with reality, maneuvering to get a grip on static situations with perception’s hold in (the usual) compromised condition, striving to pin down actualities within the framework of an altered ring of circumstance, vying for plausible familiarity among ever varying parameters of focus, I rock on into the liquid depths of desire and drink the familiar tonic of daydreams. Nice to see you here…
I just figured out how to link this to Facebook, so check out the earlier posts to get an eyeful grip on this newest blog. Smiles away!
Pulsing with an immense urge toward (to ward) written creativity, I pull my pliable notebook from its panted leg pocket (breathing hard in the knead for flexibility), then furiously (in the most congenial way) slash and burn these words upon the open field furrows of its decreasingly virgin availability, giving you viable (vie a bull) return for whatever coin your means has laid (watch it) upon whichever barrelhead your questing mind has offered as bargained chip deign paymentality, in order to read your own derivative construing of my efforts. Like life itself, a literary actuality grows from the wanton (want on) use of a hitherto fore (thither forth, too) applicably untouched surface. Thus: This: I wrote.
(…more to follow, but i just wanted to get a quick one in now that I’m back)