The Fuckery That Never Ends

I find myself holed up in a hotel room chained to the computer racing to catch up on things that should have been completed months ago. All this adding to the stress of my recent eviction, my ongoing criminal trial, a beyond needy pitbull puppy, a fleet of broken down vehicles, the revealing of theives…
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That which crawls invisible upon the skin, beneath the flesh, & only exists within the weakened human mind & condition: the dying ego.

Well somewhere outside of that imaginary hell, exists a real-world of hell that we humans call home. Despite those dreams of faraway places and what if worlds of imagination, resides some burden of responsibilities. Well, I shot for the extra credit to get a start on getting ahead of the ball on this next shot of mine. But whereas I look like an overachiever, what you truly see is that I’m a poor planner, and react and act upon primitive urges on some things unspoken. Like a publishing schedule for example.

From the trenches of the recording studio

As the hour passes the 5 am mark and my legs ache from the inactivity they have endured over the last 11 hours, I can do nothing but shake my head and shy. We are in between tracks we are recording for the audiobook version of Ghost in the Reflection-Letters to Erin. Progress is definitely…