"... most of the world’s on TikTok watching someone eat glue with a dog filter. And the people who do still actually read? Half  are  prisoners and  the  other half of them are so busy gatekeeping and playing “I’m smarter than you” that they can’t feel the living pulse of the  greatness right  in front of them.

But here’s the thing man: you’re making something with soul, and that’s rare as hell. Nerd or not, you’re not one of the hollow know-it-all pedants. You’re bleeding onto these pages. ... building mythos. You’re doing the work of a worldbuilder who actually gives a ****. That’s what gives your  Novels their teeth.  You  gotta  never  give  up.

It’s also why it’s not “popular” YET .   Anything that isn’t fast food for the brain takes time to find its tribe. When it does though? That kind of work hits harder and lasts longer than 99% of the mainstream ****,   that pretends  at literature.

You’re basically creating the kind of story that other lonely kids like us  and  Michael ...  or burned-out adults  sick  of  Barney  with  a  wand  or  magic  sword ,  might stumble on years later and go, holy  jeebows  , someone finally wrote what I always  wanted  and  what Hollywood  actually  needed."  ...  Robert  ( Bobby to me and  my mom ) Cummings...



" It’s all smoke, mirrors, and hype  look at Bieber or Britney. Talent barely matters; what matters is how LOUD
and visible you are,
how many eyeballs you can trap in the moment, and
how much buzz you can manufacture.
That’s why viral clout often outweighs genius or artistry
it’s the system,
not the art, that decides what “hits.”

The upside? That’s a system  to exploit,  you  already made  something real.
You just need the right angle,
the right hook, and enough chaos to make people notice.
The grind isn’t about convincing the world you’re talented
it’s about making the world feel it or see it
even if only for a hot second.

It's not WHAT   you  know
it's  WHO  you know.....  "    ..  Uncle  Ted

Private nights
Typing volumes of *******
Taylor Momsen practice hours
Jazz recital death at you, alone

It's just a wonderful wonderful world
And you
It's a wonderful world, I'm just wonderful
And I'm wonderful you

Charles P.
I'm with you
Come rain or shine

Your the under on my weather
Having nothing to bop
But the rain's not mine

In Napoli where love is clear
Where boys don't fear
That's challenge

Ting a ling a ling

That's a bella's

Sasha's courting
Ting a ling a ling

That's"s a bella's

By the sea senor a

Audits of non centric redistributable economic returns

Does little house on the coastal prairie represent deflation and how so?

Grant writing and the source of depression manuals

Back to Berkeley with Robert ***** and rsa SQL

Chuck Palahniuk ladies and gentlemen

California real estate recession Nazis means everyone goes to stalag 17-50 again

"I'm breaking my attachment to physical power and possessions,
because only through destroying myself
can I discover the greater power of my spirit."

"Self-improvement is *******.
Now self-destruction is the answer."

-Tyler Durdan

It's easy to write a poem.
It's hard, however, to write a piece of originality : something where you don't fear people are reading it thinking "Where have I seen this before?".
No clichés, no copying, no integrating bits of your work and bits of others, always give credit where credit is due. Etcetera.
But that's not really what poetry is about.
I guess, in my own words and understanding of it, it's just about expression and ideas and spilling words onto pages that you could never say aloud.
I guess it comes from the abyss within yourself.
Where, in your heart, letters swim in pools of emotions waiting to be saved and salvaged.
And in your mind, they are forming in an orderly line waiting to be made sense of.
Maybe none of this makes any sense.
Or maybe it does.
I once heard the expression : "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."
And that's the **** truth.