Category Archives: THE CHASER’S MANIFESTO

I can’t talk about the good and bad times of my life, without thinking about Crohn’s Disease. This disease can be uncomfortable surrounded with images of poop and farts. I was separated from my friends. No one can hold a candle to such anxiety of shitting myself. Maybe, I shit myself in public. I shitContinue reading “STEAMPUNK25”

I don’t dream, so when I meditate, it is the closest thing I have to dreaming. Meditation transcends through time and space. When I meditate I am released from the chains of reality. There is a place I go to when I meditate. It is a breath away. Meditation extends to the outer realm ofContinue reading “STEAMPUNK24”

I checked myself into rehab at approximately 4:00 pm. It was an attempt to finally, under a doctors care, to push the limits of the mind, to chalk up experience, this could be my only chance. I thought. But I never felt the ache of the broken hearted. I have never seen tragedy up-close. IContinue reading “STEAMPUNK23”

And afterward, was the first time in my life that I began to get confused and doubted that what I was chasing was possible. This idea I had was unobtainable. Everything I learned, was an act. The starlight stage of insanity. Spinning on stage, twirling, I was caught in the lime light. The red velvetContinue reading “STEAMPUNK22”

The broken, the down-trodden, the chaser, and the best years of my life were reserved for my first 2 years in college. Those 2 years have tested the sands of time. One that has no end under the hasy evening sky of a decade, or under the influence of drugs, under the cover of aContinue reading “STEAMPUNK21”

We need to talk. My mouth is not working and is ash dry from smoking. She is a disability. It looks like, finally after 20 hours, that she can be admitted as an inpatient to a psychiatric hospital. I am really scared. She underestimates what she is capable of. I honestly believe that if sheContinue reading “STEAMPUNK1”