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mostdiggity
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Bio
For me, writing is inexpensive psychotherapy; costs less than seeing a shrink, yet a bit more expensive (in brain capacity) than my time spent mundanely mowing the yard, or watching YouTube.
Still, the sun shines, and the grass/weeds grow thick while the brain cells languish, so I still feel a pressing need to gnash keys, combine words, spit out gut-thought-seeds. It may be a worn out clique, but it's cathartic. Soul food.
Sometimes I write very well (IMHO); an opinion consistently shared by a few other less than overly critical reviewers. At other times... I vomit word-stream so putrid that it only makes sense to cover your face from forehead to chin. Ewww... re-word-gi-tate. Careful what you swallow, and never swallow everything you read.
My writing appeals mainly to deep thinkers with jumbled minds, broken homes, and bar room tans... or extremely discriminating, criminally minded, terminally ill nihilists. You know, the folks who take qualia in their coffee, and a lil tonic in their vodka. Those who've puked beyond the veil, felt the ultimate thrill of winning and the spiraling sadness in losing. Grateful for the experience of the human condition with all its warts and bruises, toasts and cheers, lovers and friends and family.
My fans are few, but extremely accomplished in their own nano-right. I tend to write in a unique style of dialect; a distinctly foreign letter-word-sentence arrangement, paying only partial attention to Crunk, Bunk, and White, but giving a full-frontal Monty to my self-indulgent preferences.
And hey, if you don't like that... you can GFY. lol.
Sometimes... I produce great ideas, enmeshed in poor execution; mangled conclusions supported by articulate and rational thought. Once in awhile I holler bingo without covering half my card. I've been labeled wise and a fool all in one breath. What's crazy af, they were right.
Sometimes... when the Sun, Moon, and Stars align, my off-the-cuff write brain = my mind + experience in the NOW (and a joint), gives my writing an unnatural clarity rolling off my keyboard... and I write in my authentic inner voice.
And, when it flows, it flows effortlessly, cohesively enough to paint a word masterpiece on the inside ceiling of... some obscure country gas station bathroom. I write sublime yet simple truisms that would win Nobels. Unfortunately, these are usually scribbled on the backs of envelopes, later crumpled and tossed... never to be seen, nor remembered again.
Yet, these are the moments I crave, and the reason I write...
I'm pretty sure its metaphorically like a down two,Stephen Curry cross-over dribble... half-back-step, fall-a-way- look-a-way and walkaway THREE! All that... as the clock ticks to zero.
Next.
Its flow... flow is why I write. Flow is... what it is to feel alive... not to think it. Flow is s slippery slope; graspable for only moments in precious time. Moments that seem to last lifetimes.
And, I write to be read.
The other stuff I made up, but admit that it sounds pseudo-impressive. All I ask is to be read, and welcome thoughts, ideas, and criticism. Be nice-ish.
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