MySpace - arctic sunshine - 34 - Male - MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota - myspace.com/onerungladder

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 11:30:42 -0700

good stories and stuff

MySpace - Official MySpace of H.H. The 17th Gyalwang Karmapa - 24 - Male - Dharamsala, Himachal Pradesh - myspace.com/17thgyalwangkarmapa

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 09:40:56 -0700

amazing human being.

http://Manjushri.stumbleupon.com/review/19077530/

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 10:39:54 -0700

http://www.flickr.com/photos/arcticsunshine/

check out some of my drawings and writings.

Tarot

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 10:18:16 -0800

i love this tarot site.

MySpace - Jill - 30 - Female - NEW YORK, NEW YORK - myspace.com/chime_k

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 10:17:40 -0800

my kickass sister.

http://Manjushri.stumbleupon.com/review/16366281/

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 10:19:59 -0800

A friend of mine reviewed 3 short stories of mine. Here are the reviews not the stories:

Comments on The Nature of John. by E Blagsvedt

Being used to John, I never ask about the multitude of john, since I have a religious feeling about the john and the how other johns are collecting johns at the foot of the john. now we bow our johns `n pray, thusly....... matthew, mark luken john all em profits er deaden john putcher johns onat john `n hold `er john

... I give this work 5 stars not counting Venus (Vee-nuts skt) which was just a planet rising in the east.

comments on Arkanzakstan by E Blagsvedt

I was in this place (a small city actually) in Arkanzakstan, where I was pregnant with words. I don't mean by this inference that I am qualified to write a review of things in writing. Just the same as I stood on the bar at the bridge's top's most pointed parts, looking around in the places this author (Bill Smith?) describes, I tried to be me and started to write what I saw minus my ideas about it. I used the half of a binocular called a telescope. It was only lookable on one end. The stipends looked bigger as the writers received them but they grew teensy as you approached the actual city of nyork. The problem being in part, that when you looked in the small end the things (parts of them) in the large end grew smaller. I don't mean this as an indictment of small things but just as a description of what I experienced as I stood on the bar roof and gazed at the shacks where the apparent (paperback?) writers worked on and off their sentences. There really wasn't any shack like things, just bareboned writers in their non-existent nightclothes laying, sitting or bending over their typers, trying to make up good shit. The shack part was invented by the author and only stuck out noticeably in hard bound and on occasion in audiobook editions.

I give this piece of writing a whole flight of stairs.

comments on John And Bill by E Blagsvedt

This is a heartless story about a Quasimodo like writer of characters like people that have, in this sad but unsurprisingly simple experience, really had no choice but to shoot things. Conversely, this is mainly dealt with, and in the subset known as class struggle (due to his lack of money and fame) dealt with as climate change. In the first part where the murders take place he is run past his own grief ( some say falsifying happiness) in a way that reminds one of the Count of Monte Cristo's escape from the dungeon with his four ( three excluding him truly) alter-egos. The fact that no mention is made of the resultant storys written by him and published by his friend outside the looney bin makes me think that the real identitiy of this particular John may be well known by people in other countries, like China or even the previous story about the Arkanzakstan writers helping themselves to the loot in nyork's writers markets.

It is not necessary to start at the beginning of this story since it is just as meaningful if you read other things laying around the room like World News and Sex.....and then jump right into the part about the pill avoidance measures he takes. Of course and not to mention, the crazy food tray throwing that makes a big statement about the lack of recognition of the existential nature of his plight that the black people (the one that gets the music) get confused with writers block. You notice that his tray (..nor the food that must have made great colorful swirls on the wall) is never mentioned again in the whole story...think about it. You must read the last half of this story first if you are to see the fundamental unity of purpose this story evinces and that is evident at his startling death.

I give this story a dozen storms, all raging across the desert in the brilliance of his hospital room..

Bob (John) Brown Jan, 2008

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Fri, 11 Jan 2008 10:04:07 -0800

I like this quote very much. Spoken by a friend of mine in front of other people when he had no idea what he was going to say.

jessamyn.com : Donald Barthelmes barthelmismo

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 15:04:54 -0800

Donald Barthelme. Don B. *** Writer *** this person arranged words and revealed the continuity/discontinuity situation. anyone interested in fiction but bored by storytellers who take too much for granted might like this guy. one of my favs.

http://Manjushri.stumbleupon.com/review/15246430/

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 08:32:08 -0800

A witty saying proves nothing. - Voltaire

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Sat, 01 Dec 2007 20:15:39 -0800

cool.

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