Dreams

I don’t usually remember my dreams, well the in-your-sleep dreams I mean. Maybe three in my life. But the other night I was awakened in the middle of one and it’s a little bizarre to say the least. Anyway, in this particular dream I am arrested for killing Ayn Rand. Still with me? Not sure […]

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HOMAGE TO FALSE GODS

I cried when they took away all the things I had loved and lived for. My voice became ravaged and ragged when my spirit was broken and the walls came down to reveal my soul was really 500 years old. It was God’s way of humbling me which is the only way to Him/Her. I […]

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Scott Fitzgerald died of too much Hollywood. Marilyn died of too much adoration and too little love. Hemingway died of too much to live up to. Elvis died of too many compromises. He’d lived too long on Lonely Street. James Dean died of too much fire and a chip on his shoulder so big it […]

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