For the past 25 year the author has written his private thoughts onto paper, whenever the mood would strike him. As if having a conversation with himself, his writings where never meant for public eyes. No matter what his location was at the time, a motorcycle rally, a gin mill, or the quiet stillness of his long house, his words were scratched onto any piece of paper he could find. Now after 25 years, his writings have been compiled and transcribed and made public. In his writings you will discover all manners of the human psyche. From conversations with himself dealing with drugs and alcohol, to his feelings on his pasts relationships and friends, to the contemplation of life and suicide, the reader will dive into the ramblings of this American Madman.
Excerpt from "The Incoherent Ramblings of an American Madman"
I have a valued name amongst the dregs of humanity, but in fact may decide such conclusions. Let me show you where we stand in the dark scope of reality. May my thoughts flow freely until I am empty and continue to flow from my core of insanity. Many years I have lived and many years I have existed, experienced various angle of perpetual thought and bizarre coherence. Mine is an energy untapped and ever furious, spinning, whirling, changing, challenging. Silken thighs caress my eyes I want to have even more. Sensual, passionate, mystical, violent. Everywhere and nothing, a continuation of being, laughter, sorrow, anguish, and delight. Thoughts of savagery and other dimensional voyages through the constantly scrambled experience of death, loyalty, and then some. Produce beyond expectation. Achievement of the giants. Look at me now, different yet typical. Tell me of normal and I will show you abstract, everyone coping in their own little galaxies, zombies, and weirdoes, freaks of malfeasance. Sunrise and clouds burst on a quiet winter’s night.
Metal and mercury moving inside of me. Flowers and sweet scented feminine hair. Passionate hips and healthy young bodies, smoothing the path my twisted mind’s lair. Centuries old my, my thinking of frenzy, ask if I have been here I’ll acknowledge my time. Expect from me what you expect, but I will always have a much broader realm and blazing horizon. I have been to the most distant outposts of puny human understanding. Take from this what personally benefits you or tickles your ears. Permanence of the elements runs in my arteries. I am drowning on fire. Get these people off me. Come on, come on, get me down from underneath this dark and foreboding malice that is pushing me further and closer to the edge of self discovery. Who can open the door for which I have no handles? Do I have the handles? What are handles?