06-11-2020, 01:06 AM
I've written several essays over the last few weeks, while writing my novel Superego, a novel about a man who believes equality is the solution to all the world's problems and so goes around killing the wannabe artists in his smalltown for having the gall to try and be exceptional. I have essays on Race and Wrestling and the Luxury of Badness and the Evolution of Angels and Cyborgs.
March Friday the 13th and Sunday the 15th were the last times I saw my bespectacled Matilda working at the grocery store. I have no money and so haven't been essential. She's still not old enough to drink, but she's old enough for me to write my book Strange Lines to Matilda in dedication. One poem called Springtime in Quarantine, I might publish here.
As a son of the sun, I read bibles spiritually, and interpret, nay, speak with authority, and not like scribes and pharisees.
March Friday the 13th and Sunday the 15th were the last times I saw my bespectacled Matilda working at the grocery store. I have no money and so haven't been essential. She's still not old enough to drink, but she's old enough for me to write my book Strange Lines to Matilda in dedication. One poem called Springtime in Quarantine, I might publish here.
As a son of the sun, I read bibles spiritually, and interpret, nay, speak with authority, and not like scribes and pharisees.