I'm ready to be a writer again.
This is a reflection. A way to process, to let the feelings do what they are supposed to, then move on.
"Deep down Randy Poffo always knew there was a Plan B."
But you're here to look at pretty notebook pictures and to calm down. We'll move past all that.
"I think that, long-term, it traps your brain in a prison, that it’s designed to keep you inside, alone, with only those screens for comfort. A friend of mine came up with a name for it, for these algorithms, this... Continue Reading →
Hello and good morning. I was awake at 3:30a this morning because all of my boys decided, in a secret meeting held under the stairs by candlelight with blood runes on the wall many eons agi, that was the best... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 