blogger pissing me off right now…will try to post again later…urrrrrrgh

well it seems I’ve been doing this for about a year…reasses…learned a little html…more comfortable with putting my work in front of people…loving the new direction in theme and tone…all in all a good move in the right direction…keep on movin…

moving some posts from b,s,b,…really more appropriate in this space…

this entry from 9.4.01 kinda says it all:

so i’ll own this

make believe love is a poisonous pleasure

real love is the sand in my shoe

the passion that feeds me is my passion for words

at the end of the day i am my own best company

at the end of my life all i have is me

housecleaning…entry from 9.5.01…

a few details…

i’m a writer/filmmaker in the rocky mountain region

my work is informed by a variety of creative forces:

Burroughs, William

Bukowski, Charles

Thompson, Hunter & Jim

Himes, Chester

Carver, Raymond

Dreiser, Theodore

Goines, Donald

Steinbeck, John

Leigh, Mike

Lee, Spike

Scorsese, Marty

Dix, Otto

Gilliam, Terry

Simone, Nina

D, Chuck

Waits, Tom

Mingus, Charles

Cash, Johnny

Mother Africa

Guiness

to name a handful.

i’ve been working in happy obscurity as an independent publisher and producer for five years.

i’ve been writing for over 15 years.

i have have a passion/weakness for women and alcohol.

this is my testimony.

dreams…dreams of others…dreams of mine…always good material…for instance: the dream a girl had of her teeth falling out…communication, but i have to lookt that one up…i’m sure there’s more to it…or the dream of a group of women standing together at a party…wake…and the daughter of the dead man asks her friends to have sex with her father…it seems he’s not dead, just in a coma…she hopes this will bring him to life…so they each take turns…hey, i didn’t make this up…or the dream of a gift that has been waiting for a boy for 23 years…kept secret from him by a greedy, manipulative step father…what more is there to say?