GORILLA WARFARE

People have it all wrong. I had it all wrong. There's actually never been a better time to be a writer. The sea is swirling. I don't think it's ever come alive like this! But it must be done differently now, you can't allow it to be too precious. And I love that about it. I love the way it looks on all the little wannabes who studied poetry and literature, who think they've done it right, who think they're entitled to the prize. But those days are over now. It's time to move away from all of that. Seriously, just go to a book store and pick up a new release. You don't even have to read any of it, just turn to the back and look at their goddamn author photo. I mean, if that doesn't tell you everything, if that doesn't make you fucking sick. Or worse yet, go to a reading, any reading. Try to sit through that. So now, you know, you just write on the fly. It's like gorilla warfare. I write while I'm running or when I'm at work or sitting on the pot, or while I'm bouncing around with a screaming baby. I'm telling ya, it works. It's the only way it works. You get so goddamn good at it. You just punch the shit into your phone like I'm doing now. That's it. You punch it in and forget about it. You never think about it again. And it's SO much better that way. It's like it's only between you and yourself, or the Gods if there really are some. But the only problem is, you've got to realize that it's all for naught, that there's no chance for it to ever do anything other than hopefully allow you to continue doing it. That's it. That's all you're gonna get out of it. There will be no books for you, no readings, no praise. You'll never get a chance to sit at the table with Charlie Rose. It really is gorilla warfare, man. I'm telling you, it really is!

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HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

You think Dylan laughed at the Honey Badger video? Do you think some misunderstanding might actually be necessary? I mean, think about it, it must serve some sort of purpose, right? Ya know, I remember once after being stuck in the city for far too long and when I finally got a chance to fly back to Oklahoma, that first night I got there, I was in my old room where it all began and I heard the sound of a lone cricket and I cried. Hey, do you think the guys in the band, Train, know their music sucks but they're not going to allow themselves to feel ashamed of it, not every band can be a Radiohead or a Nirvana, so, you know, they're just gonna play and have fun with it and, hey, people are into it so what the hell do I care, what does it matter to me?... On second thought, fuck that! Those guys should be pulled off the stage and shot!... I do hope people know I really do try to concentrate and listen to them when I'm listening to them, but it's just that I tend to find most conversations to be about the biggest waste of time here on earth there is. Ya know, I now tend to believe people and sympathize with them when they say they're tired. Life is a fuckin' motherfucker, especially when you have kids. But anyway, listen, up north along the Hudson, there's a neat little town called, Beacon, and if you ask around, people will tell you about a man named (Chip). He's perfectly bearded and when you hear that soft voice and when you look into those eyes, those kind, twinkling eyes, you get the feeling that things might actually be alright, that there just may be a way for it to work out okay. You know that feeling when you walk through a quiet neighborhood at night? Or when all of a sudden, you look around at everyone and you know without a doubt that it's the end of a certain time for you? I'm looking at the stars tonight. I walking home and I'm looking at the stars, thinking about these things, thinking about a lot of things.

IT TAKES ALL KINDS

I appreciate growth. I respect the hell out of people with discipline and patience. Seriously, I wish I could be more like them, but I'm not. I just don't have that kind of focus. I'm attracted to things that ignite, things that disappear and appear in an instant where they once were or weren't.

GET IT TOGETHER

All things in moderation are revoltingly boring

OH, NOTHING

I was gonna say something about turning, how everything's turning, it's always been turning. And how we must turn. But if you don't know that, you don't know shit.

HEY, WAIT!

I just figured something out! No one knows what the fuck is going on!

A PLEASANT SIGHT

Aside from babies and that rare if ever event of experiencing in yourself or witnessing in others, a colossal breakdown of an immense wall of fear, anger, sadness, guilt, and denial, to me, seeing an elderly, deeply in love, gay couple has got to be one the more pleasant sights humanity still has to offer.