Hustlin.

My current anthem:



So, because of recent financial snags and my serious desire to be able to fucking shop when I feel like it. Back to the hustle.

Including selling of shit that I don't wear and/or doesn't fit.

Also a highlight in my opinion selling books to Powells for trade. Keep me in books.

And I'm still plugging away on my fucking poetry book. I fucked the formatting for about 12 pages so I'm laboriously fixing it now. And considering sticking a few short short bits of prose in there as well.

Um.

Yeah this whole self publishing the poetry is driving me more batty than I already am.

I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it but yeah. I promised myself as a wee youngster I'd do it so I'm doing it.

A snippet:

Untitled
Low mean curl of a silver tongue.
Taking in the Realm Of What.
Giving away the fury.
Yes, infect them as ye see fit.
Rages of Passion flaring like shooting stars at velvet midnight.
Be their Prometheus.
Die as their Icarus.
Rejoice in fate and Love of them.
And you will be their ~All.

Most of them are untitled bits of brain vomit.

Some of this is nice to read since I wrote some it probably ten years ago.

Working working working.

I've still not been submitting fiction around lately because I've been working on this fucking poetry. Annoying.

Also not done anymore Associated Content articles.

Non fiction doesn't move me generally.

Oh mah GAWD I just fucked up my formatting even more.

I hate it.

HATES IT.

Okay I'm done with that for the day before I start hollering.

Now I'm sad and I'm going to go drink cocoa.

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On the D List Baby!

Finally I have something in common with Kathy Griffin aside from a foul mouth.



D LIST!

The Low Authority Group [D-List Bloggers]
(3-9 blogs linking in the last 6 months)
The average blog age (the number of days that the blog has been in existence) is about 228 days, which shows a real commitment to blogging. However, bloggers of this type average only 12 posts per month, meaning that their posting habits are generally dedicated but infrequent.

That's really funny to me.

Anyhow.

Today I actually want to ruminate on beauty. First go read this Margaret Cho entry...I'll wait go ahead.

Back now? Fabulous.

I love beauty. I love it and find beauty everywhere constantly. I'm one of those people you'll find staring open mouthed at the grain of the sidewalk or something glittery fluttering in the street.

In people I find I have a serious love for odd looking people. Overlarge features, strangely canted mouths. However I'm not really super picky I can find something beautiful about most people.

However if you're an abject douche I will probably think you are fug.

Oi my friends I am a tired little Beasty.

I want to go home, put my jammies on and drink some beer.

So that's about it for me. Although you can go read my second ever attempt at a screenplay here in my El jay. It is entirely based on what goes on in my head when I'm way over tired.

And goodnight.

Homo Out.


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Tags: beauty, random poop, writing

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