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I walk the city at night I know the walls remain hollow I'm a prisoner a rat in a glass cage, the nights they conquer everyday though I dreamt I broke free of this maze walked out into the night and I stayed And for the first time I felt the grace of the falling …
--- When Ray called and told me that he was driving to Seattle once and for all and asked if I wanted to hitch along, I actually hesitated. I couldn't figure out what surprised me more: the idea of a cross-country road trip or the fact that I didn't jump up immediately and scream 'let's …
Man 1: Good evening to you, sir. Man 2: Good evening. Man 1: Will you please state your name for the record. Quentin: (Long pause). My name is Quentin...Quentin Joss. Man 1: Thank you, uh excuse me. (Toward someone in the distance, off camera) Terry, could we get a bit more light in here please? Quentin: …
An excerpt from one of the main stories in the works about Rawling. Chapter 1 Jim Morrison died 40 years ago, and Jude Rawling wanted to write the next great American novel, the next ‘On the Road’ or ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’; and there was no denying that this trip was inspiring him …
Sitting in a bar is like sitting in a cage of wild, drug-induced beasts that are inclined by the power of nature to mate. The patrons wander the halls as the girls of the wooden, beer-soaked alleys talk to one another pretending not to notice any sort of attention. The men thus resort to roaming …
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The passing of Clarence Clemons has got me thinking about the very idea of death and whether it is the sort of thing that should be mourned or celebrated in the case of any human being. Every day henceforth will exist beneath a backdrop of a world without Clarence, and the world now seems vacant or …
The Miami Heat got the living piss kicked out of them by what is being hailed as the new ‘America’s Team’, the Dallas Mavericks. Why are they hailed as such? Because the Mavericks defeated what eventually rose in the mind of society as an unbeatable, obnoxiously inflated and ego-driven giant of a sports team--a living …
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This is a prologue I had written a while back for the 'Michael Phoenix' canon (working title). There are more to come. I'm working on a new section for Quinby Street dedicated solely to the development of Phoenix, his world and the eventual epic that will focus on his life and trials. -Prologue- The room …
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Another dream in which I am in a restaurant filled with friends new and old. Charlotte is there with some of her friends, though she appears completely different, looking a bit Latin. Her eyes and lips are fuller and more luscious than ever, almost as though she is another woman. Yet somehow, I still know …
Audition yesterday has me feeling a bit uneasy. I performed two songs for them, ‘Dresden’ and Dylan’s ‘Don’t Think Twice’, which may have been better than the two that the other guy performed before me. I go back and forth with that. They told me that I’d be getting $100 per gig. Yet consenting to …
I had a dream in which I was torn madly in an intense fit of love and longing for Charlotte. Heidi M told me that she would be by the maps and the ferris wheel, the significance of which escapes me. I can correlate it only to the maps in my bedroom and my gazing …
Spent day going over songs and acetates. Recording is an entirely different situation, but still fun nonetheless. Continuing an apparently ceaseless obsession with Oliver Stone pictures. I don’t know why. I just for some reason can't stop watching and getting into them. JFK above all others. If I were not committed to some idea of …
I draw parallels between physical shape and proficiency, at least for tonight, in which I find myself feeling bloated from popcorn and soda following a midnight showing at the movies. X-Men: First Class. It had me reflecting warmly once again on my childhood back home. I wonder what the true ramifications are in such reflections …
She dances in dim lamplight, Hair a lovely wave Smoke in the clubroom, And thoughts evaporate in a soft and strung-out daze. Did you turn to me? They call you and spit your name Think I'd provide any more than the same? Well there's nothing I can say, though you may take me from my last …
A film has the ability to move us not just through the story it’s telling, but by the way in which it tells the story. The technical means a filmmaker follows to convey a film’s message is often overlooked, for it can make a tremendous difference is an audience’s reaction. Few films provide as …
I had a nice three or four days and then I crashed, and it seems now that there is nowhere to go but up. I hate being at the bottom of the barrel like this, with zero proficiency. Haven’t gone to the gym in nearly a week, which may be playing a larger role than …
Yesterday I realized that I’d missed Bob Dylan’s birthday. What do I mean by ‘missed’? Don’t know. I guess I didn’t get to stand back in reflection and think about him for a good five minutes or so. Play a song of his off my library or something. Just the idea of that strikes me …
So marks the first real post on this new spot currently in development with WordPress (the entry below being the most recent from the Blogspot location). Nothing against Blogger. I'm actually quite fond of its compatibility with Google and several other features. However the key element that I feel is missing is a way of …
Concepts of that Greek myth re-enter my thoughts. He is a figure who represents ecstasy in life and humanity. He may very well correlate with many of the characters I've been thinking so much about these days, those who wish to break free from the mundane irreverence dominating their societies and into the other side …
The Flood My name is Jonah, and the following is my story of the last week of civilization. It began with a global flood that left only 1,000 people remaining to walk the planet. The morning after the great flood, I woke up and I noticed a certain stillness in the wind that I thought unusual …
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