The Right Column

The Third Edit

is often the best

I had written some things, that, while creative and funny, were really raw in the way that I pillarized the people about whom I wrote. I cast them as degenerates and I felt good about it. I said "this seems to me what they are really like."

But it was too vile. I was tired when I wrote it, worked up about the news. So I thought, well, if I mark it off and say "this is not correct, this is all done to make the people in it look bad." , then I'd be able to use it later for something else, maybe put it in a story. So I spent a little time pursuing that.

Then I reread it and decided that, even though I wasn't going to post it, and even though it might be useful to reuse in fiction as the thoughts and/or dialog of an 'out-there' character, the writing cut down too close to bone of how some feel about the subjects of my scree. So, my third edit was 'delete'.

 Geesh, I've flown far and away today,
       haven't I?

ON CINEMA

I have a slew of demos on my demo page. Here is the link to my DEMOS page.

Very Many Hearts

" . . . . OH, on an on he goes and off into the inane, (muttering) talking about himsells in the thirst purses, my garments . . ."

     Picture us 
       plotting what is next
        wondering off from the mistakes
      of the trust fund school, the
          political intellegensia.

    People who claim that they know
        how we all should act and behave
              and are willing to make political
                   the non-political rave.
    

Next is a link to the 'Love Solves everything, so simple.' page:

Very Many Hearts

May 9, 2013

some day
Here is something from the I Ching



     "Hall-all-lluu"

I'm working on it in my mind, thinking about how to make the music play and the strings to twang along.

Praise the Lord for his unfailing love.

    Praise the Lord just because you love Him!

Praise the Lord!

You know Favorite movie lines?

Wouldn't it be cool if I had a way for users of this page to enter in their favorite movie lines? I am sure that someone is already doing it. I could have made one of my bitbucket pages be that, but I don't let 'the world' post here. you need a password.

I've got you in my sights. How come no one ever writes? try this:

Webster Adminniolli

Web Site Adminstrator

Amillia Publishing Company

PO Box 211

Natick, MA 01760

If you have something real to share, a story, a poem, whatever, that is the best way to get my attention.

  Dreams with Kurt leading not to follow
 
    If we were all already dead
   Like I'd gotten into pills 
     out in Amherst in the 80's like I could have
  because I used to go to 
                party's where people had them
  and say I'd OD'd after
            a Dead show back in the day, 
  found me dead in 
           my car at a roadside-pull off
 heart-attack or drug over dose?
   does anyone really 
          have a heart-attack at 25?

  So then I would have been a ghost
    wondering around in the Valley
  Hanging around 
          the dinousaur footprints
     and Holyoake college.
 
   I'd have haunted South Hadley.
    I'd have spoked everyone at Hampshire college me
    and my prankster army of grundge overdose rockstars.
     We would have taunted everyone
        at those Belchertown Depot parties.

  It was like that for a while, being dead.
  I turned that Hippy world
       right over on it's head.
  Because I didn't die from pills or shooting up
      I can have another shot
             of whiskey in my cup.

    

I got nothing more