Dream Dark Stories

Tag: Bradbury

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Four, July 2nd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    Today will be a day a poetry which may, just maybe, become a consistent addition to the blog depending on reception. Forget-Me-Naught is getting some feedback from some friends of my 18 yr old and I’m loving that. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about having her kind of jump into helping me if she’s up for it with the memories, which I told her if she’s going to go to college it would be a great addition for her portfolio either after or before college, or f***, during.

    But I digress, to the poetry, I found a conscientious leather producer of Buffalo leather as a matter of fact on Amazon, did some research and got some benefit of the doubt going on, so I purchased it and I will be taking an image otf a poem everyday depending on how long obviously there will be so many pictures but I do hope it translates well, if not please plealse do let me know and I will make a scribed editio PO x with the photo included.

    One son of a b****, trying to figure out which proper pen to use for cloth paper. Turns out that Sharpie’s Gel S works pretty well.

    LEATHER VILLAGE
    07-02-2024
    Introduction
    Howling by: M. R. Vega

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Seven, June 25th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Wouldn’t it be such a cruel joke to find the hi-ho was more a reference to snow white and that song, you know the one. What if Vonnegut had nothing to do with it and the motivations that have me running to WP every morning and night was a Disney bit?

    Wouldn’t it be so disappointing?

    Damn straight, that’d be outright nonsense. Like mustard for a clock.

    Hee, hee, hee!!!

    Get it?

    Oh writing, the connections and concoctions that are allowed and can be such an effortless whim of pleasuring freedom.

    Mind you, it’s Vonnegut, it’s always Vonnegut. Bradbury and Vonnegut actually. Those two were not just pivotal and fundamental aspects to my growing. They were the friends and brothers, uncles and fathers I had dreamed to have and they were a book away. I gobbled up their words like a magical juggernaut looking for their wisdom, their fruit of what they saw, what they feared, and I took to it, embraced it and let it help me find everything after them. So if ever you read my words, know it’s to honor not only myself, and the steps toward a better tomorrow, but to the two writers that instilled a call to share and let it out. Hear me, take my heart and the mind that is shared here and know I mean well, I mean it sincerely and I’m not going anywhere but up.

    Next goal after I finish my first short story collection in December, I think I’m aiming for being Colorado’s Laureate. At least that’s a hope I have and a dream that I feel if I drive right I can achieve it.

    We’ll see. I just need to write more, share more and get it to as any as possible to share.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be bliss, the night be gentle and pleasure wrapped with a bow.

    Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM