To me, Tim, you are amazing. You write as few write, as I suspect all of us wish we could write. You carry this awful pain, an inadequate description, I know. Forgive me. True artistic genius always seems to come from a place of pain.

While I haven’t been you and don’t pretend to know you, as well as your words tumbling into…

August 7th, 2015

11:18 am

School… all of these fake people with their fake personalities walk past me never taking a long look, just a glance. I wonder, am I fake too? Am I just as invisible as they seem to me? We sit in classes judging each other like pieces of slimy meat trying to…

Direct from the head

After reading a lot on Medium and weighing up whether or not to remain lurking as reader, I’ve decided I’m just going to do it. Hell for leather. I’ve got too much in my noggin that needs to come out and I think this might be an ideal spot to indulge myself in some stream of conciousness…

Yelling at Bees

I asked you for news on the weather and you said it was too dark to tell. I don’t have any resources here, where the moon fires its shiny bullets straight into my forehead. Yes, into. Not through, against, or at. INTO ME.

Pointless and Unstructured

I don’t know what to say. I woke today and didn’t feel like writing words or code. I spent 5.5 hours at the movies; The Revenant and The Hateful Eight. Neither worth commenting on. Both long. The latter Quintessential Tarantino.

Stream of Consciousness to the song “Let It Go” by James Bay

I’m totally turned on by what I just did. I just wrote the following poem by completely listening to the song “Let It Go” by James Bay on repeat non-stop. I played the song 6 times before I finished writing. I always write…

Now that that’s over and done with

Maybe I can actually write something of better quality and importance.

Actually, no, maybe not. But one thing I do know is I need to write right now. Because I just did the washing and up and it seems to me that my housemate doesn’t appreciate…

Write to think.

“Go upstairs and write whatever comes to mind.”

11/23/15
10:00pm

**How we live now…**

I’m already distracted. I feel anxious about writing. Like I don’t have any clear thoughts or any confidence in…