no more blogs for now.

this one is done.

a real writing blog?


is this a real writing blog?

no.

i am a writer by nature, not by practice.

as soon as i need need to write something, i will write it.

this is the time of year for angels.

they will laugh and ask simple questions like,

"how do you spell keep?

they are enough like us that we don't notice their presence.

mjk talks poitics

ron paul raised a shit-load of money today. (guy fawkes day, as a matter of fact.) good for him.

Recently I threw away a bunch of old scribbled notes. This blog will be my scribbled notes at the moment. Eventually they will go away on their own.

I will have to dismantle this self image of mine. I am not proud enough of it to really show it off.

I wish I wrote "The Royal Tenenbaums." I wish I sang "Where is My Mind." I wish I wasn't a "30-second man." I wish my dog didn't die. I wish I made the line in '02. I wish I never left her. I wish I could leave my self alone.

Soon I will destroy everything. And then it will be okay.

At the moment Los Angeles can be understood through sports.

For example, I ride my bicycle and I am fast.

Joe Torre and Phil Jackson are coaches with indisputable success looming in the past.

These days, I drink lots of Starbucks coffee.