"It is the year 2031 and the Sun is dying. No one knows why. Most of the Earth's population has died. Two people come in contact with a mystical Shaman who might be able to help the last of humanity survive the end of the world."
Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Let Us Count The Good Things In Life....
Pizza: Psychedelic Bread Created by the Gods
Steam rises from new born pizza pie
Scent of cheese, sausage, pepperoni, and steak
Steals my soul upon a natural high
Heaven demystified, pain vanquished
Caloric slices color my mind
All thanks to the glorious effects of
New born pizza pie
Steam rises from new born pizza pie
Scent of cheese, sausage, pepperoni, and steak
Steals my soul upon a natural high
Heaven demystified, pain vanquished
Caloric slices color my mind
All thanks to the glorious effects of
New born pizza pie
Self Pity, Self Loathing
I should never have been born,
I am an aberration.
I am a failed abortion
a mistake for the ages
Serpent's rain waters fall from the sky
flooding uncontrollably my pained eyes
on the blood-stained Cross I cry
Eden, Blood, Divinty, Flood
"Why hath thou forsaken me?"
I am an aberration.
I am a failed abortion
a mistake for the ages
Serpent's rain waters fall from the sky
flooding uncontrollably my pained eyes
on the blood-stained Cross I cry
Eden, Blood, Divinty, Flood
"Why hath thou forsaken me?"
Saturday, October 22, 2011
NaNoWriMo Update!
Well, not much, really too update. I have a title (I think), Entrails of a Dying Horse: Earth Songs of Yesteryear, and the genre will be sci/fanstasy/satire.
More news when there is more news to report.
Peace!
More news when there is more news to report.
Peace!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
NaNoWriMo Time! Novel Writing Time is Here Again
Come on, folks. Pick up your pens, turn on your computers, and fire up thy imaginations, because it is once again time to NaNoWriMo.
Follow me unto this journey as I attempt to write a novel during the month called November.
Man, am I gonna get shit-faced drunk in trying to write enough words for a novel.
But a man's gotta do what he's gotta do, and if that entails drinking Barcardi then do that I shall!
Follow me unto this journey as I attempt to write a novel during the month called November.
Man, am I gonna get shit-faced drunk in trying to write enough words for a novel.
But a man's gotta do what he's gotta do, and if that entails drinking Barcardi then do that I shall!
Murmur
Serpentine Stars slither
'cross the sky of night
the Swan laughed,
the Hunter cried,
and Leo the Great just died
...what is suicide but self-inflicted abortion?
'cross the sky of night
the Swan laughed,
the Hunter cried,
and Leo the Great just died
...what is suicide but self-inflicted abortion?
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