Random Man


Hello to all of my friends and family and please reserve my collection of new slanted stories; I truly pushed the envelope this time around; Intended for Mature Audiences: “I was screaming inside of myself, losing grasp of my logic and slipping sanity, hysterical within an internal fit of anger and resentment. A slight cryptic chuckle comes from above.”   Click on the pic to view more. 

Clown

 

 

Breathe


Twisted Tales influenced and inspired by the The Human Condition. 

Breathe

Breathe


“Breathe”-12 Tales of Elegant Madness now available. Pay what you can through Paypal to robinsonderek@hotmail.com to receive your copy!

Wonderful Music and Found Ground.


Happy Friday to all and offering a copies of my new Ebook and 2 songs for one nice price! 🙂 Please message for more details!

Published in: on July 15, 2011 at 9:30 am  Comments (1)  
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Riveting New Ebook


Really want people to read my writing and offering my Ebook “Found Ground” for $3.99 via Paypal at robinsonderek@hotmail.com. Cheers.

Today is new Ebook and free Song day!


Today is “Pick up my new Ebook for $2.99 and get a free song day!”   Please message me at brucetorce1@yahoo.com for more details!

Found Ground


My new Ebook ” Found Ground” is now for sale via Paypal at robinsonderek@hotmail.com for $3.99.   Featuring Journal excerpts from my travels Overseas, Short Stories, Poetry, and Random scenes of Madness and Positive Mental Illness.  Think Bukowski meets Burroughs with a hint of David Lynch.  Cheers and please subscribe to blog if you dig the vibe.

Mr. Clown Frown repost- A must read!


MR. CLOWN FROWN.

Once upon a time a clown told me a story about a special universe people go to explore their deep seeded desires and animosities.  I inquired of this clown, dismayed but yet curious.

” Where is this special place you speak of, Mr. Clown Frown?”    Such a maniacal frown the clown wore like sorrow upon a tormented canvas.

” Is it safe to say that this place is not for everyone?”  I continued with my anxiety ridden inquiry, as Mr. Clown Frown stared into me with such a relentless stare, taking me by the hand and leading me down a cherry soaked road which seemed to the be at the edge of our forsaken world.  There were no words that came from the broken hearted clown’s mouth, as he only communicated by broken sign language and telepathy. I was starting to dial in to my new surroundings and began to witness things so much more vividly then i had ever before; IT IS NEVER SAFE WHEN YOU BECOME THE WITNESS.

” Is it safe to say this could be our last day, Mr, Clown Frown?”   How quickly Mr. Clown Frown’s sullen expression turned into a razor smile, as all around us the venomous sky began to rain red brick red; Behind me, i could sense Mr. Clown Frown and i were no longer alone.  Giddy up.

My new Ebook ” Found Ground” is now for sale via Paypal at robinsonderek@hotmail.com for $3.99

New Ebook


Happy Thursday to all and letting everyone know that i am taking orders for my new Ebook ” Found Ground”, featuring journal excerpts from my journey Overseas, Short stories, Poetry, and Scenes of Madness.    Please comment for more info.

Devious Dream


[ The ink colored night, the platinum bridge, the loving Vixen, THE EVIL HENCHMAN.]

Who is to say that life is even partially fair when you end up staring down the barrel of an Old World style rifle, with your guts turning, blowing out deep exhales of animosity into the stale steady wind?

The Devil finally shows up at 12:02 A.M on the button. Fucker is 2 minutes late due to some unforeseen deaths along the way.  So here I stand, only wishing to lie upon a cozy bed and be straddled by a beautiful, meticulous, bald pussy, wielding Princess.

 

“ I need to know where I can find the answers.  So I am not left to burn, dancing amongst the Voodoo dancers.”

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