Monday, April 14, 2025

Flash Fiction 59. New Journey & My Last Two Words.

My new approach to distribution, is an old approach. Not all of my Faberge's in one basket. I send out my best novella, because it seems to have the most cohesive story. I'm studying today and every day. Writing about the local economy, and studying the change in the weather. It's another cold and windy existence. I believe in the butterfly effect. Do something today and every day. Don't waste time because you will probably maintain your interests. I'm studying what I know and where I'm at. Eventually I will travel. I heard the desert and my own story, and how they intertwined. 

The new city is perfect. But a second home is always an option. A warm studio, advanced, room to make a slight mess. In construction you clean everyday and eat with dirty hands. Art at Wade's place on the lake. Where I'm at now now is thinking of important things. A car arrived and I can't decide if I should drive the thing or continue multimodal. 10 new light-rails? I still like my helmet. I've been riding in the wind and ice it seems for a few thousand years. The woman just get more beautiful. And I'm trying to figure out the puzzle of my story. The sound art is harsh, the ebb and flow of the bird war back and forth. A white drop on Paul's car. I swear I'm never riding across town to scrape that thing off again. Still in MN. Still arguing my way through traffic.

I'm having a great time. Best vacation from Minneapolis ever. The web of electricity. Buy your own cigarette, what are you going to do put it out on someone's face? Today I got healthy as I obviously declined towards some obsessive, my last two words: Man, Woman. There will be everything else too. Searching for the best parking lot, in the horizontal polis or the vertical skyscraper? What does an art studio go for the days? The artists opinion. I'm critiquing Wade's art and making some of my own. Today it's words and tomorrow it's whatever I explore. 

She was blind is my guess? Best looking state? Home. O phobia. Some gay people don't like happy people and that's just the way it goes. 

These days I consider my wife to be a symbol more than a symphony. It would definitely fall off. TMI and happy birthday to the world. Who will fly north or south this year and smack their heads on a couple walls. Tequila or maple syrup? Don't vomit on any floor. The garbage can is ideal for that kind of activity. I'm cutting back, I say to IA and everyone wants Belle to go to college, except for me because I can always return. And mine is online anyway. Quasi-honorary degrees and get the AI to hallucinate it to your precise? 

Midwest vs Mideast? Home.

Literature and music and excessive paperwork.

I'm writing the new screenplay everyday as I travel, though it will probably be complete before I get done with the details. Beauty and garbage, the great dichotomy. I'm dealing with "and,"  and what to wash my hands with. 

News story. 

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