Tag Archives: music

Dec 1 2012

Creative Writing

Comedy Books. Dream Book. Hook Book. Poetry Books. Songs.

Comedy/Joke Books. Dream Books. Hook Books. Poetry Books. Songs.

If it is not transmuted into some creative effort it will find a less worthy outlet.

You know why you’re failing to transmute sex energy?

You haven’t identified a worthy outlet.

Remember your old outlet?

Poetry.

Raps.

Sitcoms.

Why did you stop in the first place?

Because it wasn’t making you any money?

Success isn’t measured in dollars alone. You know that.

Picking that pen back up will offer something more valuable than money now.

It will provide that creative outlet which you so desperately need.

I hate that you stopped in the first place and killed further writing progression, but, quite frankly, I believe you will be even better now and won’t start horribly.

Why?

Because of your communication and pitch practices.

On second thought, you have been writing all along.

Just never realized it :)

FY,

Har+new

P.S. Why don’t we create a new page for these writings? A little break from the concept :)

Nov 1 2011

550 Square Feet Of Space To Walk Around Naked In

I slept with these keys clenched in my hand; I showered with them; I kissed them. I just want to go home.

Dear Har-old,

Junior: *singing sadly* She’s out of my life … she’s out of my life … she’s out of my life.

Michael: Son, there’s more words to the song.

Junior: Not to me there aren’t.

Har-old, there’s more words to Coldplay’s Rainy Day than I Love It When You Come Over To The House, I Love It When You Come Over To My House. And, they do not say In My Place  the entire four minutes of the song.

You  now have 550 square feet of space to walk around naked in; however, this experience will be much more pleasurable after a good month of working out. Can you say, A-MEN-I-TIES?! Para-para-paradise.

This is NOT the biggest thing you have done, however, this IS the biggest investment you’ve made. And it WILL pay off. Today, we are closer, than ever before.

TSU was just a taste; this time, you get to sink your teeth into environment, independence and freedom.

Napoleon Hill wrote,

… those who control the environmental influences out of which their thought-habits are built are masters of their earthly destinies and that all others are mastered by earthly destinies.

FY,

Har+new

P.S. I told you to get Cliff’s cellphone number.

P.P.S Start talking in third-person.

Jul 22 2011

Voice Of The Young

In response to Who Burnt The Popcorn Again? and to anticipate those who are camera-shy, I’m rolling out audio-self-letters.

What makes this different from video-self-letters is that you will NOT be seen, only heard.

Instead of worrying about appearance, authors using this format can just focus on their delivery.

Sometimes written language can fail us as you know from text message, Har-old. So with audio-self-letters you can hear  tones, epic pauses, emphasises, cadences, signature growls and all the other flexibilities one has with their voice. The written letter itself will accompany this format for follow-along purposes. Think of it as listening to an audio book while you follow along with it in your hands.

The last addition to this format is inspired by scenes of Ledger’s Joker in The Dark Knight: tension building music. Low background music. Preferably music without words. You know how radio personalities talk while music plays in the background. Well, that’s the idea. Think of it as a soundtrack to your letters. I bet you’re thinking about The Social Network soundtrack right now, aren’t you?

Futuristically yours,

Har+new

Jul 2 2011

What You Need…

To my darling, Jennifer

It took me awhile to figure out what I would say to you, how I would write it to you, and why I would do it. Even now I sit here confused as to what exactly I could tell you that would offer you comfort.

I know that you aren’t really religious now, but there is always one line in particular of a church song that no matter how much you try to get out of your head, it still remains.

“You know the depths of my heart, and you love me the same”

Constantly you go over this line in your head and each time it evokes the same feeling, of confusion, hope, longing, pain, and shame.

You don’t believe it’s possible for someone to know all the ins and outs of your mind, body, past, and thoughts. To you it is impossible; it is further to reach than a dream.  But I am here to tell you, even if it was the only thing that I could ever tell you, it would be that this type of feeling, love and expression does exist.

I know the depths of your heart, and I love you the same.

I always have, and I definitely always will because I can’t let you go for more reasons than one.

Quite heavy for our first encounter your thinking, but hey what the hell?  Might as well begin with a bang!

And this may just be the beginning but for forever and always I will be

Futuristically yours,

Vigilant Citizen.

May 19 2011

Bring You Back

Dear Shae,

“Look around you, look up here
Take time to make time
Make time to be there
Look around, be a part
Feel for the winter
But don’t have a cold heart”

Remember the ones you had to leave waiting while you’ve been doing your massive self-renovation.

Look up!

Remember the message from one of our favorite songs and incorporate it.

A must!

Futuristically yours,

“Looking back at you”