Ahh..Mark Twain is helping me along with my writing.
His style is no doubt - loose -spontaneous and free .
Thus how true write must be??
Reading, No - writing - eating- drinking coffee endlessly-
checking my watch repeatedly so as not be late for something
Tho' I don't know what-
It's cold gray dreary outside today-
This city's a wild place -
No wonder I'm so tired and bored - all the freaks (the fun freaks ) come out at night-
don't get me wrong we've got hustlers and freaks and junkies all day long-
I just had a talk with man I've met before, a while ago- he's a businessman, a REAL businessman- he's either on the net , on the phones ,or on the move-
when all is said and done, he's waiting for ''the call''.. chilling with his newspaper and Budweiser in his hand - he seems alright- but you see he still wants to be a part of the fun and freaks at night in the city - I don't ..I want to be left alone -
Will I ever publish some writing?
Sell enough drawings or painting to never have to work a bullshit job again?
What is it to be a real arteest !?!?
To be in the presents of one ..hmmm..will I ever know..
That businessman I spoke to, he knows-
He just spent three days with an ''atreest'' who does it all - exhibits everywhere-
now in Italy - but you know , it was just then that something occurred to me-
I wish to write, just to write -
Who cares if anybody reads it! write and let it out! If anyone reads it , let em'
if not , no matter to me..Write about the people I meet- about my
mood snaps and punchin' walls bleeding knuckles, Say what I wish to say
SAY IT!
Fuck everything
Fuck the pointing finger of sin- ooh.. you bad girl
I just write about it- that's all
The best thing is to just let it all out -
and go with the flow...been wobbling and out of and off balance , off the beam
Fuck it !!!
Go buy some incense
Fuck everyone's nonsense
Fuck Jack ! no , not THEE JACK KEROUAC , but the guy who goes by that name,
who at this moment in time works in the park
Fuck my weak bladder , you know how many times I almost piss myself !
Fuck true art, no such thing exist !
Fuck the sandwich I had for lunch, it sucked so bad i began to cry
Fuck my therapist
Fuck the pharmacist , that bitch !
the one who lied to me
take away the pharma' and yer left is 'cist'
This cyst , this laceration wound and it's growing poisoning minds
with ghetto ass pants wearing saggin' kids, yelling nigger this ,nigger that
leaving gaping footprints in the earth and snow ..chased the Indians away
and the ghost and spirits are disturbed and waking to this Times Square Madness-
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