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(c)brian c. williams
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Friday, November 30, 2007
THE TITLE IS: COOKIE DANGER
Did you know if you put a cookie in the microwave it would burn fast and start smoking? Well, I didn't and I filled the apartment with smoke tonight. Now everything including my sexy next door neighbor smells like burnt cookie.
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(c)brian c. williams
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(c)brian c. williams
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
THE TITLE IS: "SHE ATE FIVE OF THEM ALREADY."
Finished up the 2nd Draft of Stereo tonight and also sent it off to the editor. Oh, and speaking of Stereo remember that if anyone wishes to pick up any merchandise with the first promotional image for the book on it they can gohere. All money will go towards me and my habits, some pure and most not so much so but those are the fun ones.
Tonight I'm also starting the typing up of the 1st Draft of my third book.
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(c)brian c. williams
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Tonight I'm also starting the typing up of the 1st Draft of my third book.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
THE TITLE IS: GROWING UP PUSSY
Robin, I can not wait until the pagan tree decorating happens. I will be there with my badly dressed poor self. Will it be the The Caveman, The Hillybilly, The Model, and The Rage once again for all the fun?
Touch, You asked about the poster to the right of my Avengers poster? The big one is some short of tribal warrior print, I don't know the artist, I picked it up at the mall once. The print was only like 15dollars but the framing cost me some where around 80. Though this was back in my Program Planner days when I had lots of cash. If you was speaking of the smaller one? That is a framed print of a peice of art and a poem by Neil Gaiman about 911.
Robin and Mr. ECFPC rescused this stray and found it a home. Right now it's sitting on our balcony until the person who is taking it comes to pick it up.
On the writing front. I am finishing up the final touches on the 2nd Draft of Stereo this week. Then it will go back to the editor for another polish and then it will be very much as it will be seen when it finally becomes a book.
My neck and back are much better but I think I maybe at the age were a injury like these may stay around lingering and hurting for a while after the main injury pains go away. I also recently discovered that I can not sleep on pain killers and so if I take them near bed time I have to let the effects wear off before going to bed which makes taking them sort of useless because one of the few reasons I do take them is so I can sleep past all the pains that hurt right now?
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(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Touch, You asked about the poster to the right of my Avengers poster? The big one is some short of tribal warrior print, I don't know the artist, I picked it up at the mall once. The print was only like 15dollars but the framing cost me some where around 80. Though this was back in my Program Planner days when I had lots of cash. If you was speaking of the smaller one? That is a framed print of a peice of art and a poem by Neil Gaiman about 911.
Robin and Mr. ECFPC rescused this stray and found it a home. Right now it's sitting on our balcony until the person who is taking it comes to pick it up. On the writing front. I am finishing up the final touches on the 2nd Draft of Stereo this week. Then it will go back to the editor for another polish and then it will be very much as it will be seen when it finally becomes a book.
My neck and back are much better but I think I maybe at the age were a injury like these may stay around lingering and hurting for a while after the main injury pains go away. I also recently discovered that I can not sleep on pain killers and so if I take them near bed time I have to let the effects wear off before going to bed which makes taking them sort of useless because one of the few reasons I do take them is so I can sleep past all the pains that hurt right now?
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Monday, November 26, 2007
THE TITLE IS: A NICE COOKED OUT FOURSOME
The writer and his favorite editor and one of his best friends.
This is how you make a editor happy if your writing drives her nuts and running out off the room at times.
Fuck the hoildays, just spend good time with friends and loved ones....
...and friends of friends who you hope to have as a friend in your life.
And hopefully at the end of the night you may get attacked by a model...
...who slashs as your editor.
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(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Friday, November 23, 2007
THE TITLE IS: JESBUS JUMPING IN THE AIR
Thursday, November 22, 2007
THE TITLE IS: HOLIDAYS ON ICE
It's 12am. My best friend and my lover is sleeping in the other room. I had a night of good company, food, and movies. Now I'm still awake watching Kill Bill Vol.2 drinking a water bottle with a pain pill dropped in for fun. The holidays I have always belived are lies and fail safes for those who want to belive they are treating those they love right. A couple times a year most people will buy gifts and invite family and friends over to eat and they will speak of love and joy and caring. I speak of these thing all year for those I love. Each day. Every hour. Holidays are not real anymore than a gift is any true measure of caring.
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(c)brian c. williams
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(c)brian c. williams
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THE TITLE IS: MY SORT OF LIST
I'm not feeling that great so I say I'm not sorry but this may get a little dark or emo before I am done writing. Just thought I should let you know ahead of time. Plus who the fuck is happy this time of year. No wonder so many sucides happen during the holidays.
I'm living in a nation. We are living in a world where the worst possiable thing you can do or be is yourself. And the second worst possiable thing you can do is be different or not agree along lines any sort of lines. My mind doesn't flow within lines. My reality is lineless.
All my life I have been sick. From birth to the seconds I have been typing this blog I have been in pain. Breathing, aching, feeling, sickly pain. I have been thinking about the blog entry I am writing for the passt few days and thus I need to get it out.
Don't see this survey list on Myspace now do you?
The first time I almost died was when I was born. Born with basically one lung they told my mother I would probably die within a year. Later when I was older I heard a doctor tell her I would be dead before I turn 25. I have always felt like I have been living on barrowed time since I clicked into 26 and now decaying into 32.
The second time I almost died was at a water park on a family vacation when I jumped into the wave pool and the only thing that saved me was lacking onto the back of a fat women who pulled me ashore. I have had the love for the big ladies ever since.
The third time I almost died was when a relative of mine had me pinned up against a tree and he whispered into my ear that if I told anyone about this he would kill me. I didn't say anything until years later but no one belived me. He is dead now. I win.
The 4th time I almost died was when I tried to run away from home once. I hitchhiked a ride with someone to get back home because I remembered Doctor Who was on PBS tonight. Later, years later I found out the guy who gave me a ride that night lived on to kill a young girl in my home town.
The 5th time I almost died was when I took a over dose of pills. It didn't work.
And so came the 6th time I almost died which was in high school when I defended someone who said he was gay and did not hide it. Not the best way to introduce yourself in Redneckville USA. Most of the football team took me into a room one day and beat me up but when I fought back and attacked one of them later in the year I lost a few days of being at school for being a problem studant.
The 7th time I almost died was when I came home one day, walked into my bedroom, locked the door, pulled out the gun my dad gave me, put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger. I had forgot to replace the one bullet after cleaning that stayed in there at all times. I shoke too badly to put the bullet in and cried myself to sleep that night.
The 8th time I almost died was when when I was walking home when I had to walk everywhere I went when I first moved to Florida and two high school punks pulled me into the bushes and took what little money I had in my wallet. One of them held a knife to my thoat, his hand shaking, shouting how much he wanted to slit my throat.
The 9th time I almost died was almost choking at Applebee's on a steak. Chew your food children.
The 10th time I almost died was again...almost choking but this time at Friday's.
Why has this list haunted my mind the past few days? I have no idea but now it is no longer swimming within me.
Next time children we can discuss the dangers of being open minded in a small bum fuck but not any good way town for most of your life. But until then please sit back and listen to the calming sounds of Mr. Barry Manillow!!!
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
I'm living in a nation. We are living in a world where the worst possiable thing you can do or be is yourself. And the second worst possiable thing you can do is be different or not agree along lines any sort of lines. My mind doesn't flow within lines. My reality is lineless.
All my life I have been sick. From birth to the seconds I have been typing this blog I have been in pain. Breathing, aching, feeling, sickly pain. I have been thinking about the blog entry I am writing for the passt few days and thus I need to get it out.
Don't see this survey list on Myspace now do you?
The first time I almost died was when I was born. Born with basically one lung they told my mother I would probably die within a year. Later when I was older I heard a doctor tell her I would be dead before I turn 25. I have always felt like I have been living on barrowed time since I clicked into 26 and now decaying into 32.
The second time I almost died was at a water park on a family vacation when I jumped into the wave pool and the only thing that saved me was lacking onto the back of a fat women who pulled me ashore. I have had the love for the big ladies ever since.
The third time I almost died was when a relative of mine had me pinned up against a tree and he whispered into my ear that if I told anyone about this he would kill me. I didn't say anything until years later but no one belived me. He is dead now. I win.
The 4th time I almost died was when I tried to run away from home once. I hitchhiked a ride with someone to get back home because I remembered Doctor Who was on PBS tonight. Later, years later I found out the guy who gave me a ride that night lived on to kill a young girl in my home town.
The 5th time I almost died was when I took a over dose of pills. It didn't work.
And so came the 6th time I almost died which was in high school when I defended someone who said he was gay and did not hide it. Not the best way to introduce yourself in Redneckville USA. Most of the football team took me into a room one day and beat me up but when I fought back and attacked one of them later in the year I lost a few days of being at school for being a problem studant.
The 7th time I almost died was when I came home one day, walked into my bedroom, locked the door, pulled out the gun my dad gave me, put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger. I had forgot to replace the one bullet after cleaning that stayed in there at all times. I shoke too badly to put the bullet in and cried myself to sleep that night.
The 8th time I almost died was when when I was walking home when I had to walk everywhere I went when I first moved to Florida and two high school punks pulled me into the bushes and took what little money I had in my wallet. One of them held a knife to my thoat, his hand shaking, shouting how much he wanted to slit my throat.
The 9th time I almost died was almost choking at Applebee's on a steak. Chew your food children.
The 10th time I almost died was again...almost choking but this time at Friday's.
Why has this list haunted my mind the past few days? I have no idea but now it is no longer swimming within me.
Next time children we can discuss the dangers of being open minded in a small bum fuck but not any good way town for most of your life. But until then please sit back and listen to the calming sounds of Mr. Barry Manillow!!!
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
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