I've searched for a place in the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard here where I live. Trying to get in there is supposed to be easy! And that's what everyone kept saying. But I found out that it was a lie.
My friend got in and I didn't, although I did back up his security clearance. From then on, I kind of hid in my man-cave. For those of you whom don't know what a man-cave is, it's a space to which a penis will run to for safety during times of weakness or cowardice. This is also a physical place where the male will hole himself into so they can do whatever it is they need to do for reflection, short of sexual release.
But for short of a year I made any excuse I could to hide inside this hovel of mine and only come out to be with friends for short periods of times.
But towards the end of last year I knew I had to make some kind of headway in my life, put some use to my existence. So I put my empty resume back into circulation and there's one job that's good to ease into, it's a part-time job, of course it's not much, but it is something.
I've not written any poetry in a long time... a lot of my inspiration seems to have been bled out of my system. That's really a shame though. I could just pick a topic and try and write, but that just isn't the way it works for me. Though I do know that once I'm struck by inspiration, I can churn out two or three poems in the week. However, it's never a constant process, very unreliable.
Well, that's all I can update you with for now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
~Zouya







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