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[thewriterformerlyknownasmik]

I’ve apparently not been on this tumblr account in 2 years. And it’s been probably 8 years since I was on tumblr regularly. I’ve been trying to use social media less for a myriad of reasons, but especially meta-owned Facebook and Instagram (or worse… the one that other horrible capitalist owns) which are unfortunately my main form of connection with other adults right now, and I’m gonna lose my mind (for real) if I don’t have some connection with other adults, so here I am getting back on tumblr despite my overall commitment to using social media less. Weirdly, most of my Facebook and Instagram friends are people I met up tumblr 8+ years ago, when I was karenfelloutofbedagain. I’m tagging this post with some of my former urls in case any old friends try to find me. Anyway I gotta get off Facebook, my primary form of socialization with the last 7 years, because it is actually eating my soul. Nah even though I hate El* Mu* more, Ma* Zu* is smarter and is probably manipulating us in ways we can’t even imagine and it’s making my life worse on purpose for profit.

[naoesoumconto]

Writers appreciation ❤️para mim, as melhores citações. Não é atoa que escrever é como mágica. #writing #writer #writersappreciation #quotes #williamblake #janeausten #emilybronte #beautaplin #michaelfaudet #saramago #fscottfitzgerald #mikeverett https://www.instagram.com/p/BtPPl9VnzUZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7es4tj1zekr3

[hanchanah97confessions-blog]

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

Mik Everett

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[drdemonprince]

Rumor: Canadian rapper Drake penned a viral quote about falling in love with a writer.

mikeverett's saga continues, now on Snopes! 

[karenfelloutofbedagain]

Today, March 17, marks two years since the day my family became homeless. To commemorate this day, my book Memoirs of a Homeless Bookstore Owner is FREE on Kindle. You can check out mikeverett.com/miks-blog for a download link, or search "Memoirs of a Homeless Bookstore Owner by Mik Everett" on Amazon. Here is an excerpt from the book: "I don't like stories like that. I don't memorize stories by their punch lines. I write poetry, because that's what I can write while I'm on the side of a highway, trying to string together words while semi-trailers zip by and the gust of hot wind picks up my skirt and prairie dogs bark at me and the kids fight in the cab of the truck while John leans down under the hood of a Dodge Sportsman while steam billows and hot oil burns his fingers and splatters my calves. I'm not there at all, I'm stringing words together in my head, while John and I fight over whether we will sleep in the slanted motorhome, resting at a tilt because it's parked halfway off the side of the highway and half on the steep ditch, shaking every time a car passes, or whether we will pay sixty dollars for a motel in Brighton, or whether we will sleep in the truck in a parking lot, or whether we will leave the RV behind and drive back to Longmont to sleep in the bookstore, or whether we will pay a hundred and fifty dollars for a tow. I'm lying awake in bed in a motel room, writing poetry, writing my masterpieces in my head, instead of wondering whether John is slashing tires at the car lot where we bought our RV or finishing off a bottle of whiskey under a bridge or when he's coming back or if he's coming back at all. I've checked out of the situation completely, though my entire body's weight is on the brake pedal, my fingers clenched and white on the steering wheel, my thigh is ignoring the sting of a yellow jacket, my body steers the RV, trailing behind five feet of tow chains and the back of John's truck, terrified of his rear bumper. My mind is not there. It is busy thinking of nouns and verbs and stories I can use instead of adjectives like lonely and desperate." #amreading #freebooks #freekindlebooks #homelessness #homeless #mikeverett #poetry