Dear Friend, to vent my frustrations I’m adding a running counter to my weekly updates. Thing’s that I am right about but will not be admitting out loud. Besides those minor inconveniences I’ve had a great time writing these past two weeks. It’s been especially rainy here and I even managed two-thousand words in an…

Dear Friend, this is coming from the heart and from hatred, perhaps a little moody and emo but very cathartic. The things I want to say to you: Good Luck and Go Fuck Yourself We all have dark times I know, but you started it. After I repeatedly asked you what was bothering you. You…

Dear Friend. I wish to share a piece of fiction that was submitted but not published long ago. Here it is. An Outlaw Alan-A the Bubble Burster was not just some outlaw Brandishing stories from every dimension they wielded the pen as their mightiest weapon For they had a secret truth to their remarkable swordplay…

Dear Friend, what a terribly slow week it has been. I have essentially nothing to report on any fronts so I want to talk about an album that means a lot to me. I won’t specifically be going into details of the songs merely the circumstances for which. I’m going to age myself a bit…

We have a new addition to my TOP 5 of the year, a topic that I will surely write about in the future. Only likely to be out done by one other potential movie the list is as follows. In no particular order. Warfare, Sinners, F1, Caught Stealing, Lost in Starlight. Mickey 17 and KPOP…

I am a particular person. Not in the meaning that I am in fact a person but by preferences. I get the majority of my writing done in the evening. When the house is quiet and my partner, roommates and neighbors are asleep. I’m a night person by trade, I don’t exist until noon generally.…

Thoughts of AI and my associated disgust face are my general response to such a thing. This game which I recently just finished and am working on completing has an interesting technological development. In this, AI have been given bodies and are called Lillim. In this, they are made to just merely exist, performing various…

Artists and their vices. Hemingway was famous for his, I wonder if modern day artists are similar. Perhaps they are products of their time but at the same time, I don’t think the average great american author has surpassed basic frivolities into an elevated being. I think modern writers are the same. Perhaps they will…

Do you ever get the feeling that something is to good to be true. I do, all the time in fact. But this week seemed to be a cosmic good. As if something in the universe was giving me something that I could truly just enjoy, no strings attached. Let me be the first to…