Every writer on Twitter says if you write you have to read.
I got into it with one gal on Twitter, not a blowout by a long shot, asking her how she figured Hunter S. Thompson could focus on reading bearing in mind that his writing day began with the aid of acid, hashish, and Bloody Marys.
Hunter was particularly fond of; Ann Rand, Henry Miller, George Orwell, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tom Wolfe, William Styron, and J.P Donleavy, never the less once his career took off like a bat outta hell, he took a blow torch to his book collection, incinerating it.
I stopped reading some time ago when I could no longer download the digital library, Internet Archive; writing rabidly for the fuck of it anyway.
I’m alcohol-free, but use edibles as a sacred kinikinick when working, faithful that my prayers will reach the Great Spirit.
Hemingway said to write drunk and edit sober, I guess for him getting loaded while working stimulated his mind's eye.
Truman Capote reflected on the Dick Cavett show that you can't write drunk, how right he is.
I listen to music relentlessly on the computer, recoiling between blues, rock n roll, and jazz, but I couldn't tell you a thing about Taylor Swift, Beyonce, Lil' Flip, or Drake.
Many writers listen to music before kicking off work, warming up; Steven King listens to Metallica, and Anthrax while writing; both bands suck.
Growing up I went through some rough patches; doing time, short time, for breaking a window after being bounced like a beach ball from the Beach Ball Bar in Newport Beach. My old man Earl Lucowski paid a lawyer 800 beans to get me outta that one; for 2 days I laid face up in the top bunk, transcending incarceration in deep meditation while astral traveling.
Everyone's a slave to something, there’s no escaping it, shit like; chocolate, booze, dope, love, passion, Netflix, gambling, and so on.
I’m a slave to sex, going to Thailand and getting hooked on trouble-free sex, staying in the country for 20 years, committing carnal sin after carnal sin, and in consequence being smacked down by God with impotency.
I take current events seriously, luck has aided and imbedded mankind to dodge the bullet of nuclear holocaust.
We're lucky to be here now.
There are boatloads of rich folks in the world; dicks behind the wheel of lavish vehicles unmindful of the indigent on the road.
God loves the little guy.
Most of the well-heeled's driving impulse is to make money, wallow in it, and build walls protecting them from the indigent.
Wealthy rappers are a phenomenon, they can shove their moolah in Whitey’s face if they feel like it, and why not, considering what Black folks have endured over the centuries?
People listen to every known genre of music on YouTube, and pop music is it at the top of the list; rock n roll, soul, blues, rap, jazz, and Black folks are the nitty-gritty behind it all.
And as baby Black Angels fly through the Mesosphere they push satellites aside with the power of their wings.
Are there Martians? Of course, there are.
Can Martians live in peace in the Anthropoid’s world? I think so.
When Martians and Anthropoids couple on Earth they will instantly pinion on every level.
Martians will marshal peace, hexing Earth, triggering cosmic consciousness, purging war, poverty, and death.
It'll be Heaven on Earth.