Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man
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I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker, writer, dreamer, et al. I hope you gain something personal and inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man.
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I have sat here with little more intention than to fill this invisible cup past the usual extent of its contents' brim. This writing here flows as it goes, with no edits made but for those of spelling, immediately following their creation (of was previously written as os as I was explaining my intention at the entrance created by the extinction of the previous sentence as it preemptively began into its own planned fruition. As you may see is already evident, if I begin to write one word--say, "beggar"--but I type an "l" instead, I must instead use an alternative word, such as "loiterer", for instance. Although that word isn't an exact substitute for the former, I will simply have to surrender to the placidity of context to support the success of my own aims. So, as you can see, if I paint myself into a corner, I have no choice but to make up for tied-hands by using my own confidence in my creativity to carry on. Also, as you may have caught on so far, the word "placidity" chosen above was a product of my own assumption of correctness as permitted by the trusted clarity of my own brain. Although that may not be the correct word, I had decided to use it, so damnation will do as damnation ostensibly does. Rewriting "placidity", I began it as "pal, but as I was rewriting a previous set word, I allowed a backspace and continuance. Also, I had typed "ostensibly" as "obstensibly"--without the hyphens, of course (just keeping you on your TOES!!!)--but as it wsa (WAS!) a spelling error, I simply fixed it and move (MOVED) on.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Poets
The Fault In The Meadow
At the foot of the Mountains lies the meadow. Like an inverted peninsula it would flow, a parade of flowers set aflame by the passing winds. An eye cast in marvel to study the diverse populace would hang on the mercy of the returning airs.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Wander
Setting Course For A [New] Horizon
This is less a work of art, than a clarification of intention. I'm finally leaving my job and, unfortunately, the friends I suffered through it with. The good times I stayed there for are gone, but it's never been completely right for me, and I cannot deny that.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Humans
An Excerpt From The Island
* * * * * * * * * * Ernest Chadwick stood rooted to the spot, a pawn to puzzlement. He felt like a tree that has suddenly borne the most unlikely of fruits and contemplates a sly sacrifice to the passing breeze. It seemed that all but his mind was motionless as questions ricocheted back and forth in his head, amorphous pinballs dragging vapor trails in their wake.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Horror
