They told us once you put something on the internet it is there forever but money runs out, people die, so why do I complain about AI. A free whiff of eternity and a spot in the 2D digital world, up against only every video game and porno girl. I think I’ll be buried deep … Continue reading WWW
Tag: Word Art
Change the Name
“Do you like Eric?” asked a bewildered young hippy to a seasoned pro as they crossed the field out to where the ring of cars and buses ended before jumping off the literal edge of the earth. Eric heard the question but would not hear the reply. All he heard was “noooooooooo” getting faint and … Continue reading Change the Name
Tag Words Almost Explained 2
#Mental health is to remain being yourself when everything you know is inside your head trying to get out. It is the most important quality of ourselves perceived before we become more like others. With limited understanding of us people will only ask questions or comment on who we used to be before you changed … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 2
Tag Words Almost Explained 1
#Art to me is taking culture out of space and displaying that culture into new dimensions to practice and interpret on my own time. #Creative writing is making a sentence go the way you would like it to go if you only know as much math as you have fingers. Better yet, it is the … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 1
Letter to a Friend
It was not great speaking to you just now. The way you bring up my thirty year past tells me you have a problem with the way you’re living today. You think thirty years and I’m still the same cat. Get your lips off that beer, talking about health, I’ll have none of that. The … Continue reading Letter to a Friend
The Dilution of Fame
If I was alive a hundred years ago today I would most definitely be famous. I’d have all these words to make a new American style of writing. It wouldn’t be science fiction but rather just a synopsis of how one may think in the future if he were not very well read and under-educated … Continue reading The Dilution of Fame
Tyranny and Liberation
I I have forearms of the same length holding hands behind myself. I have clean fingernails while clenching fists at the collar of apes. I entertain the chapter of italics around sulphuric impulses while drastically ensconced in torrential fun. I am passed about in a ring of city fury while worshiping flesh brutality. I am … Continue reading Tyranny and Liberation
8 – The Birth
The “next step” of my hospital stay began sort of like how my life began. I emerged from darkness into a bright and sterile environment with doctors wiping away my tears and cutting the cord to my sustenance. In the dark I could’ve cried all I wanted and nobody would come to wipe my tears … Continue reading 8 – The Birth
7 – The Ward
They came to get me but it wasn’t in the middle of the night. I was led from the sanitized sanity of the commissary, down the ever encroaching hallway passed the curious closet towards the damned doorway, which finally swung open with precise timing. I passed through the archway and stepped into a room with … Continue reading 7 – The Ward
6 – The Closet
I woke up one morning to the nurse telling me that my unit rival had moved on. I was bummed because when I got him alone in the same room he didn’t poke at me or ramble on feverishly about being Jesus inside the walls and God walking on air like he would say in … Continue reading 6 – The Closet
5 – The Hallway
After one day I was so comfortable in the ICU hallway I began to look like a cowboy leaning against a post with his head down and a blade of grass between his teeth, waiting for his shadow to rise or fall without moving a muscle. I would sit on the ground with my legs … Continue reading 5 – The Hallway
4 – The Hospital
The type of animal that I saw in the mirror every morning in the hospital was close to the chimpanzee but something more bipedal. The last one in a long line of chimps but first from the right on the chart of evolution. God's favorite. The human being. If God has a long white beard … Continue reading 4 – The Hospital
3 – The Classroom
I was like a disheveled rainbow child whose name should’ve been Rain. I tried to learn from traveling and the streets, the inner workings of the world but I didn’t have a vision or even a simple plan. I had the more complex idea to take another run at college. They said my peers were … Continue reading 3 – The Classroom
2 – The Trailer
The trailer was a lonely man’s hell hole where nobody could escape without invisible wounds. It was my trailer, where the impossibility to study was brought on by disparity in character but also boisterous low flying war planes that would swoop down as slowly as they could while I barely slept, watching the action from … Continue reading 2 – The Trailer
1 – The Library
When I was in my twenties I was searching for this one complex man with a familiar face I saw in the college library who was shocked by the computer screen before him. I figured he wasn’t shocked by what was on the screen but in awe of the computer itself. I was intrigued by … Continue reading 1 – The Library
Me Neither
Have you ever noticed that people change but the DJ stays the same? It’s the same with the weather changing but the weather person never misses a beat. Have you ever noticed that if you are paying total attention to a movie the writers will find a way to include you in the story, but … Continue reading Me Neither
I’m Afraid of Americans
Cowboys are Americans that have the strength to be All-American when the grandeur of nature swallows them up. Americans look at national parks the same way the rest of the world looks at stars - when questions of why we are here become more explicable we preserve the moment of awe then make it seem … Continue reading I’m Afraid of Americans
My Own Guru
“My guru taught me that,” I have never said to a guru. You can only have one guru and a guru identifies as a guru apart from other guru’s. Meaning a guru has a heightened awareness but doesn’t go above other gurus who attain enlightenment from a guru themselves. Get three gurus together, I wonder … Continue reading My Own Guru
The Acropolis as a Metaphor
Climbing the hill to the Acropolis the philosophers think about the little engine that could before there was a story about a little engine that could. The philosophers know what is before them before the rest of us remember how these things go. But with a little help from philosophers that little steam engine will … Continue reading The Acropolis as a Metaphor
Forget Being Smart
Forget being smart. It’s like being aggravated. Walking the line between dumb and elevated, taking the time to come up with stupid rhymes makes for a break in the fake of new lines. So take off your hat, take off your shoes, get back to the brass of the gold in fake news. Forget being … Continue reading Forget Being Smart
Plentiful
Redistribution of wealth is not the rich sharing their money with the poor but rather ordinary people giving more wealth to banks as their debt is increased causing inflation thus less purchasing power for coming generations. Debt becomes money. One dollar is really worth a billion dollars if it is used a billion times to … Continue reading Plentiful
Gram Parsons
Gram’s voice is like a train on the chug with a cargo of coal, no intentions of reloading the cars for the stoker, just going as far as he can make it. Always searching for the new sound even though his soul was old as a steam engine, he was as fresh as steam. Twenty … Continue reading Gram Parsons
Switzerland – The Other Fellow First
So now back to Europe, Switzerland to be exact. It’s Christmas Day and I’ve decided to climb the foothills of a mountain to perch somewhere and reflect on the full year. I packed some bread, wine, and calamari in American sauce, my go to for a growling stomach and bored headspace. The foothills were open … Continue reading Switzerland – The Other Fellow First
God Is Sound
I’ve said in the past that my mind twists words around, making them better than what was actually said. It is sounds I need to be more concerned with, not speech. More accurately, it is sounds turned into words that have me worried I am all too human. Most of us are not great at … Continue reading God Is Sound
One Good Ring
So what do you say to a young man who kicks his first bell with perfect precision, besides warning him it can only be rung once? Absolutely nothing. Unless you have kicked the bell yourself, will you measure him against your own reputation. Does a young man know the bell to be a symbol of … Continue reading One Good Ring
#4 – write a poem
A finger dipped in water makes believers want to follow down the aisle of the church thirst for the devil. A finger dipped in wine makes the users want to sip the vin de pays first then down the moscato. A finger dipped in moonlight makes guitar strings crescendo before giving the vibrato another note … Continue reading #4 – write a poem
Penniless
Immortality. It doesn’t exist. Even if you are the most famous fictional character ever penned you can be overlooked. Admiration does not guarantee a perpetual existence but it does extend an invitation to live a good life. When people like you, it’s easier just getting by than it is buying the affection of others that … Continue reading Penniless
Faces of Your Past
I told my closest friend the other day that the more I like my own writing it seems the less other people like it. This is far from true since I really absolutely adore my writing and I am the only one who reads it. His response was interesting to me as he stated that … Continue reading Faces of Your Past
To Bot or Not to Bot
You don’t have to tickle their feet to realize a robot is without feelings. No need to laugh at them being worth billions in barrels of oil. Robots have us throttling towards environmental exhaustion though they are designed to make our lives easier. There has never been a robot known to swim before the megaton … Continue reading To Bot or Not to Bot
The Question Being
If what, how, there, and now. This stuff is confusing. I must be trying to lose the few readers I have. It’s nothing new ripping on yourself to let other people know that you know you’re no good. But you are good. And so is the reader because they press on. Press on by seeing … Continue reading The Question Being
A Prolific Thinker
My way with words can be twisted, inspired by recurring thoughts and sparked by co-occurring epiphanies, making the process of writing anything hard to do when quick thoughts become redundant. I’m lost within my creations, clambering around thoughts that arise at the same tempo as words put together in a similar sequence to lyrics, relatable … Continue reading A Prolific Thinker
To Create
Create. To make something out of nothing. To start a project from scratch. To pass time by making art. To cause life. These are all examples of what I think about when I hear the word create. One word that links all of these sentences together is the word “to.” The word “to” in this … Continue reading To Create
Naked Intelligence
I remember the time I was asked how come I don’t know people have more intelligence than me. That stripper was certainly smart but did she mean all people and if so why was my intelligence in question and not my propensity to ignore all the people I’ve come in contact without asking even one … Continue reading Naked Intelligence
Solid Ego
When it comes to ego all objects have the ability to break down and reassemble into more solid versions of themselves. Ego is seeing the built environment take a backseat to nature and believing nature takes a backseat to you. The forces of nature cause ego-death for the purpose of inspiring humans to see the … Continue reading Solid Ego
Mind Wax
I have found that a broad spectrum of simple thoughts gets more attention if they are made tangible like a ball of wax. There needs to be more mistakes in writing that allows the reader to manipulate a sentence by wondering if what they just read is right and if it’s written the same way … Continue reading Mind Wax
Oil and Water
I like water. It tastes good. It moves. It freezes. It boils. Water is everywhere and is clear blue where I’m from. There is also green in large waves if the sun hits it just right. When a painter tries to capture a wave smashing into a rocky shoreline they can’t use just blue or … Continue reading Oil and Water
Ouroboros
As a dragon slithers out of the sea, a heart shaped sun rises beyond it then splits into a broken heart swallowing the dragon. All of us will experience the death of a beast by the love of one god within a galaxy of similar gods, and in one universe under God, even if only … Continue reading Ouroboros
The Most Interesting Read of the Day
The most interesting weekend of my life involved three separate incidents that happened but I can’t prove them beyond a reasonable doubt because they are so bizarre. The first incident involved stones being thrown on our roof, the sound following me from room to room and thought to thought. I remember there being an intense … Continue reading The Most Interesting Read of the Day
The Dimensions of Wind
“No. I should be able to sit next to the Prince,” I have said never. “Yes. I could use a headline,” I aspire to say. But before I give up my seat and beg for attention I would like to disclose that I have more to say about the metamorphosis from delight into madness that … Continue reading The Dimensions of Wind
Message of Light
When I was younger I always wanted to be a messenger of light. I’d walk around telling an uncle here that his drawing is really good and an aunt there that her basketball game was really fun to watch. But the message I really wanted to deliver was that the chandelier over the staircase was … Continue reading Message of Light
What’s in a Name?
My name is Erich. I am the same Erich your hero asks, “are you still driving that same piece of shit, Erich?” That is me. The reason I can say is because your hero is my hero and saying “that” piece of shit puts me in the same vicinity as our hero. I often wonder … Continue reading What’s in a Name?
Black and Blue
There are two people that matter most in the grand scheme of things. They are not comedians as comedians give a complex for being understood by mostly everybody all at once. They are not actors as actors give a few seconds of fame though fame is not how they are known. They are not musicians … Continue reading Black and Blue
Star Light, Star Bite
I lay completely content here under the stars as my smile absorbs countless points of light but reflects only a single glare from one shiny tooth back to the cosmos. If I wasn’t content I would most likely have to divvy up one whole star into 32 incarnations of god inside my head. One whole … Continue reading Star Light, Star Bite
Everything in Ten
Everything matters within ten seconds or not at all. Within ten hours everything becomes familiar and can be repeated over and over again. At the ten day mark everything settles into a routine and the only way to get there is to start all over again. At ten months it’s time to play catch-up so … Continue reading Everything in Ten
People On The Ground
What if I survived a plane crash high up over Albuquerque that wasn’t caused by bad weather but instead resulted in changing weather by me going nose to nose with the ego of someone on a similar plane of existence as my own? Seeding of clouds with my smile would cause people on the ground … Continue reading People On The Ground
Slacker
All of these pants seem so filthy anymore. Every single one of them khaki with dark spots that ripple out from the center like oil soaking rags. I feel sorry for people being worn by filthy pants because they can’t see beyond their lap. They have no idea the more filthy their pants the more … Continue reading Slacker
The Hourglass of Nature
I am sprawled out at the shoreline of this Great Lake looking through blue sky as best I can, making it seem endless, until slow atoms floating across my eyeballs bring me back to focus on what lies beneath my ability to see forever. All I can hear is the lapping of waves and the … Continue reading The Hourglass of Nature
So I Slept
I woke up this morning and I woke up again this evening after waking up this afternoon. I put one eye and one ear, along with half my nose, into my pillow for fourteen hours before I counted to ten, ten times, to get me out of bed. I paced my room back and forth … Continue reading So I Slept
Contents of a Sentence
I would like to go ahead and augment this sentence by putting an exclamation point at the end of it! Before this post is complete I want to come up with a detailed explanation of its phrasing so the reader will know the direction of a sentence. So the purpose of this post is to … Continue reading Contents of a Sentence
Dumb Luck
An acorn falls from a tree, hits my shoulder and lands at my feet. I have no choice but to pick it up and squirrel it away in my pocket because the cap will make a fine whistle and it seems to be good luck when things fall from the sky and plop on or … Continue reading Dumb Luck
A Thimble Full of Courage
I am younger than the sun and still I follow my instincts to go around this wild earth with nothing more than a thimble full of courage. I am younger than the earth and still I follow my heart when going around this wild country with a fist full of dollars. I am younger than … Continue reading A Thimble Full of Courage
Serenity
When I drink I’m the smartest guy in the room. Then I realize I’m the only guy in the room in a house that is vacant, in a town that is ghosted, in a country that is strange, and in a world that doesn’t exist. So let there be serenity in this room. Then I … Continue reading Serenity
Starface
Sometimes my mind goes asunder when I have to choose between being just a guy on the couch or being a reflection in that part of the sky druids have reserved for their favorite animal traits and gods of natural phenomena. I’ve been so completely shattered before that I thought the constellations were aligned with … Continue reading Starface
Blow Wind
I walk the line between prodigy and master. And then I wake up, dust myself off, and put my little league trophy back on the shelf. The world is a large place with endless competition and I am the one getting played like a tuba. There is only one of me in a huge ensemble … Continue reading Blow Wind
Time Capsule
I was a thirteen year old imaginative kid running around saying that someday humans will put all information and knowledge into a crystal somehow, bury one and shoot one into space, so that when we are gone future inhabitants or visitors will know what we had been up to before our untimely demise. They will … Continue reading Time Capsule
Dancing Letters
Letters are an incongruent assembly of lines and curves until they become a myriad of pictures. Some people can draw the straightest lines that on there own would seem unnatural but when they are put up against thousands of curves the perfect line becomes an extraordinary story. Some artists use curves and points to fill … Continue reading Dancing Letters
Gondola to Eden
I like to go running. And then I wake up wondering what was I running from. Was it a giant scythe wielded by a laughing witch seeking mold to make a potion to paralyze me? Could it have been a long winded lecture about a sabbatical gone mysteriously right but instead I get marked wrong … Continue reading Gondola to Eden
Little Hands
I am conceited when it comes to my perfect little hands. I will gaze at them for too many minutes as I scrunch four fingers to the top of my palm, revealing their shortness and sophistication compared to an ape. How shiny my fingernails are, and how many galaxies would I destroy if I were … Continue reading Little Hands
Fish No See Moon
I am particularly oppressed by remnants bestowed upon a genius at any particular setting, endowed to the latest trend of a pillar between the irregular bridge transcending the best of everything, sacred to a fabled few, ingested by mass conformant’s, diligently reclusive and open to a pious over tuned disappearing sort of facade. Drunk of … Continue reading Fish No See Moon
Francis Erich McElroy 