It’s coming back in style to work in photography again.

5pm March 26 1778 Beethoven debut on the keyboard “billed as little son of six years old” ever since Mozart-debut- Mozart had entertained Mariah Teresa’s, no one wanted their prodigy older than 6 years old both Mozart and Ludwigs fathers edited their ages, Ludwig was actually 7.

Ok write a few lines. See what happens- whose the problem here, journal or is it a fan mag?

The key thing is to

Keep writing until the ink Run dry. Then buy another bottle. This is not the end of the world or the beingo-being? I meant to say beginning of the end of time.

The concept is this-keep writing but also-don’t let anyone intimidate you or drive you into fear against yourself and what you are naturally inclined to do! Whether it be music, art or business and always be bold, don’t give anything away. Hold on to your own work. It doesn’t belong to the naysayers.

The key thing here is to keep on writing no matter what they throw at you, it’s them who have to pay the consequences.

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Colorado restaurant is great, we ate here a week ago, all you can eat for about ten bucks. They have dumplings, fried chicken and vegetables, sushi you name it. It’s really neat how they had the chairs lined up outside, these are for the ghosts In Wuhan that are related to the owners of the restaurant. And guess what, Bernie Sanders will defeat Donald Trump in 2020, it’s better TV. The networks are scrambling to secure debates between Bernie and Donald. Joe Biden running on his swamp current is imploding fast. Big media runs the country and Bernie will pull a David and Goliath to generate ratings.

Some guy told me to stop playing guitar, and asked me if I it was cool. If you need to ask, then you probably shouldn’t have the answer to that question.

Been writing on phones in transit precarious situations trying not to divulge location recreation occupation tion tion tion add the preffix. The lucky thing is that you can give up on the grudges and pass over into free flight even when it’s more tempted to saturate with grief. Eye rubbing, dry time static guitrs dry out and the wind blows all the way from Geographic unknown divisions.

Three or four weeks ago I went out of my way to purchase the artist way, largely because I was feeling stifled by a lack of creativity in my life, I’d gone through the book 20 years ago so I know what it’s about, and have essentially never stopped writing three pages a day at least 5 days a week. So by now I should be on week four, but have failed to accomplish tasks and routinely have people busting in my space when trying to write, I find when I make no bones about it and don’t hide off in a precious corner to write that things go better, usually I call forfeit if someone barges in and mostly it’s difficult to counter censor, my inner one because sometimes people bust in on what I’m writing over the shoulder and you would imagine how people will indict you for writing things that aren’t expected. It’s a strange process to write non stop until 3 pages are filled. And it’s stuff if done properly that expounds the limits or expands upon the self induced limits. The idea is to break out of the blocks and fears that impede you from making things happen. I found another book along the same lines that cites the morning pages writing experiment call quit your day job, this may have distracted me from a repeat process of going the initial project. Pete Townsend said it’s a good starting place but a work of art is the finished product.

What would happen if I ride the bike again? Why people so butt hurt that other people are bettering themselves. Should I stand around waiting for a reprieve of is it like the impeachment of the president. I draw analogies that there’s been loads of similar circumstances in my life where people in higher than my place, have been promoted by foreign entities. At least with in the context of the work a day scenario. Corruption runs rampant. This could be a syndrome where those in charge impact the underlings. If the boss cuts corners, name your poison, so will the underlings. I don’t want to be a Joan of Arc in this kind of world, yet find it’s apt that my demeanor enrages the people who have worked their entire live for the power and control they’ve obtained.

The December ratings for my posts have dwindled to an all time low which is to be expected when all the creative work gets filtered into text messages sometimes that thwart and distract, I mean who really cars what some on else is doing! I mean so and so is driving fill in the blank… really oh I get sucked into trying to help, so and so so as not to take responsibility for my own project what ever it is, it could be this or have I forgotten! Is helping so and so sort out thus and such that’s driving fill in the blankety blank addendum. The inevitable is that after proffering advice tips help emotional or otherwise the recipient inevitably will try to tell me how to manage my situation and as such, it’s my fault for responding. Some one driving someone else mad? We’ll see about that. The bait for such a discourse was perfunctory thx giving activists. Cordially I am inept, I need to learn where to draw lines and break out of the habit of trying to help other people, especially when these people spent fortunes on psychiatric council and psychoactive drugs to manage the ailments the psychiatric advisors diagnose them with so they can manage their nifty control circle. By interjecting my world into that kind of bad tail spin, I can get thrown off course, but at least now for the moment I am just mad at myself for falling for the pattern.

Back to back nightmares illuminating old rivalries and explaining inner conflicts that may be the reason, jwdjam is more something that is bottled up and stored in a kitchen cabinet to be spread on toast than a vibrant musical or word jam entity. The dreams single out a person who is on a campaign against my dad… this person in the dream has been stationed in a position of authority etc. so unconsciously I have for decades been cowering and hiding behind walls for myriad reasons because of this entity. Now that I’ve isolated the main source for my psychological self imprisonment, I can work to pry the bars of fear and paranoia back and explode the jam jar wide open into a quasi plastic explosive jelly. In the dream the little man with an agenda goes about getting signatures on a petition to impeach my dad. So yeah, I got it. Jwdjam is back. It’s a punk band, it makes films, it make music and it writes journals. It’s back and on the attack, we’re playing war games in the sand. And in the dream it’s all fears with unexpected back up. We’re not packing it in me. Jwdjam is back!

Who is in chargeWho is behind a wall of secrecy? There’s no walls or secrecy, Just a mind numbing chant, over and over again. Fear Factor #10 the only thing worse than this job is not having a job with the precise reality of knowing that there’s no other jobs to be had in the context that if you worked for such and thus no one will ever hire you for stooping so low.

The cool thing is that there’s no future again just like in days of yore. The key to the equation is to se ahead the agenda for twenty minus seven years ahead of the proscribed historical evidence.

[Can write anymore, everything been censored, pried on censors sensor d, spied on ripped off and lied to – Sam and Cassandra have an open port hole to the wig nam panda to just a music screed- hex. I tried to opt out but you would copy me-]

And when the Flocks Snort Penal colony Changed its same oil- When the Flox Nort change it’s name, there goes all the window pain- just regional transfer of funds and precious ryhmes. I tried to write think play music jive sandwich- but the precious other wormy brainwash dither dather- oh poison words from scum in high places- religious vomit and company man in blue suited ties.- Omni- depressant- neanderthal Enthralls –

girl goes into shity pizza joint British accent and tattoos on her muscular – Boy with the same look and tattoo appears for a while. So what

Pox Fort is a writing outpost, Not longer associated with the reform movement