The Little Coupe That Did.

What started out as a hate letter, disguised as a come-to-Jesus request to pavement-vehicle manufacturers, had turned into a commentary on business and production. I effectively played to emotions that don’t exist in corporations- passion or duty. Personally, I view vehicles as machines. In our American market, they are more than that. They are fashionContinue reading “The Little Coupe That Did.”

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La Macchina Va Dove A Gli Occhi & La Voiture Va Où les Yeux Vont.

It was Proust who said that the point of any story is to discover who the characters are, or may become, by challenging their abilities, their values, their understanding of the world. This is the only way you can know what any of these things are. This is how you discover who we really are,Continue reading “La Macchina Va Dove A Gli Occhi & La Voiture Va Où les Yeux Vont.”

The Evening of the Seventeenth, the Day of the Eighteenth and the Morning of the Nineteenth.

Well, here we are. The dreadful dragging, rocky and clamoring jump-start to the work week known as MONDAY. The very word bringing dread, it is first out of seven of our daily obligations to provide a business-quantitative benefit to the corporations that deem us acceptable enough to be provided a fixed quantity of bank notes.Continue reading “The Evening of the Seventeenth, the Day of the Eighteenth and the Morning of the Nineteenth.”

A Long, Appreciative Post. I’m Happy and Grateful. Trust Me and Have Faith.

People that are close to me have brought to my attention, throughout the last month or so, that I’m excessively negative. That my complaining, whining and otherwise “bitchy” posts are not taken as humor, as intended, but rather as negative insight that garners more pity than some “glad that’s not me” appreciation for their situation.Continue reading “A Long, Appreciative Post. I’m Happy and Grateful. Trust Me and Have Faith.”

An Inkling from an Inker, that Tinkers with Drinkers and Plinkers.

I’d like to welcome you! From my Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, y’all are more than welcome to gaze upon everything from my museum of thoughts and creative ideas, to my interpretations of and adventures in the outside world. BE WARNED! I am not a professional writer. I am not an amateur writer. My writing experienceContinue reading “An Inkling from an Inker, that Tinkers with Drinkers and Plinkers.”

A Distant Smokey Memory of an Influence From a Simple Time, in a Simple Place.

I remember a writer from my beginning times. We were only acquainted well enough for me to recall sparse memories of his smoky residence off of 63rd, polluted with green glass grenades and their capped puzzles & brain teasers. Fogged with a bearded insomnia that was highlighted by a small gold chandelier that hung overContinue reading “A Distant Smokey Memory of an Influence From a Simple Time, in a Simple Place.”

What Started Out as an Intent-to-Build, Turned Into Tongue-in-Cheek Mechanical Motorcycle Smut.

My dream motorcycle does exist. It exists in that it is always running through my mind and in my heart. Electrical impulse-firing and ever-pulsating. If I were to build it, it would become real and I probably would never leave it, except when expelling bodily waste or entering buildings. But that which is not started…Continue reading “What Started Out as an Intent-to-Build, Turned Into Tongue-in-Cheek Mechanical Motorcycle Smut.”