Category Archives: Future Plans

My inspirations, missions, goals and future plans.

Monotomoney

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Stories, Yoga

I’ve settled into a weekly routine and it feels great. It seems I’ll have just enough time in my real life to keep working on my passion while working a different job for a living. After extensive struggle, I’ve finally risen to the same creative level as Memphis artists! Accomplishing this in downtown Seattle is a coup for me no matter what the haters say. I essentially abandoned the lap of luxury to chase this half-cocked dream across the country. It’s excellent to be stable again for the first time in years.  Continue reading Monotomoney →

My Daily Practice

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Rants, Yoga

The regularity of a job has been the greatest gift to my sanity recently. The stress I’m managing due to the job itself is minimal compared to the heavy existential angst I put myself through to get here. And what’s better, the job offers 4 sessions of free counseling through a 3rd party. I got stressed out and started crying in front of my boss. Fortunately, I anticipated it and asked to talk in private. I am excited about Labor Day weekend and I am irrationally worried about having the energy to be happy that weekend.  Continue reading My Daily Practice →

Smokey Smoke

Daily Life, First Impressions, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Stories

I went to my first legal pot shop. The one I sort of visited last month was a trial run. Ironically enough, they all do business in cash only. Made it hard to buy anything without an income, back in May. This time I went somewhere with a selection I recognized and cash to spend on it. I stuck with a neighborhood I vibe with. It’s a little upscale for my needs but I don’t consider success a detriment.
Continue reading Smokey Smoke →

Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Rants, Reasons for Things

As I’d learn, he was my excuse for not wanting to go home. The boys in my life are traditionally buffers against the women who hate me.  Not literally, but that’s the sum of it.  My father never protected me from my mother so I look for solace in the dominant male presence.  I know they have the ability to cut down inflated female egos, especially when they are pretty.  I can cut down a bitch in the mean way.  The don’t-get-back-up way.  Continue reading →

You must be Trippin

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, il poeta, mur, Rants, Reasons for Things, Stories

I’m a seed. That’s what I’ve learned. I’m a seed that’s been planted in Seattle. I’ve taken root. I’m in a spot I can maintain, at least for now. Even more than that, I have garden space to plant more seeds. Enough room to house someone I really like. Though, not many people fit that description. But if that someone wanted to give Seattle a go, I’ve got a place to temporarily house them. Most of the people I like could even get a job at the Space Needle. To start, at least.

Right now this list only has one person on it. They know who they are.   Continue reading You must be Trippin →

Least Complicated

Art, Book, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts

That feeling when the universe is a massive expanding void of entropy but everything’s okay because you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.  Continue reading Least Complicated →

Advertising

Daily Life, First Impressions, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things

If someone wants attention, I hope they get it. I hear other complaining about unwanted attention.  I hope all the people heaping this unwanted attention on the unwilling can be drawn away. Like a zombie hoard following a car alarm. The attention seeker needs to stay on the move to avoid getting mobbed.  The key to maintaining popularity is a continually new audience. Just like Hollywood stars except calibrated to the level people actually warrant. Some people will be disappointed by the number of degenerates that still don’t find them interesting. Continue reading Advertising →

Closure

Art, Daily Life, Future Plans, Large Events, mur, Reasons for Things, Stories

It feels like I lined up a row of cars. Something expensive. Like Jaguars or Beamers. I lined them up while wearing white spandex bedazzled with jewels, bragging about how I can use this magical motor-bike to leap over them. Why cars? Why not jump spikes or sharks or alligators? Why is there an image burned in my mind of things soaring over vehicles to varying success?  Obviously I watched the little boy cartoons in the morning. Continue reading Closure →

Saturday in Queen Anne

Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Rants

On a Saturday, I walk down to the Mecca the same way I do most every day. This is the day when at least one person comments on my hair or clothes or tattoos. Never fails.

The agreed assumption that I’m not out of place because “hey, it’s Seattle”. If that’s the case, why am I still the only one? In the future I’m plan to randomly comment on how great khaki pants are with all the sincerity I can muster.