I’ve talked with my independent publisher and everything appears to be on track for Confession, Creature’s publication on August 1st, 2012. The novel has been re-written and re-edited to such an extent that it isn’t nearly what was originally posted originally here on Tumblr—but rather, much more coherent, and thus better. 

And so this could be something substantial, but I’ll need your help. 

Help spread the word and keeping up-to-date with the progression of the novel by “liking” (and if you care to, “sharing”) the facebook page for the novel.

http://www.facebook.com/ConfessionCreature

Thank you, and couldn’t be looking more forward to its release.

-Stephen Wack, & The Quadriplegic Ego

8:27 pm  •  15 May 2012  •  1 note

A snotty nosed embryo, so willing to make mistakes;
whether misinterpreting fate for just a coincidental day,
or feeling comfortable alone in the most estranged place—
I suppose such emotions should not evoke shame?
Yes, so surely, such tendencies are a-okay. 

2:47 am  •  18 April 2012  •  1 note

Quadriplegic Ego has taken a break to publish this novel(la)esque piece.

Do help support Confession, Creature

To be released in May, 2012 (roughly)

http://www.facebook.com/ConfessionCreature

http://www.facebook.com/ConfessionCreature

http://www.facebook.com/ConfessionCreature

Thanks, ~

11:47 pm  •  2 April 2012  •  5 notes

These sweaty, sweating palms… what irony!
For surely he could hold a grudge—
but his grip on reality… was slipping. 

11:12 am  •  28 March 2012  •  1 note

…For I would dream, violent and vivid, of her mouth, hair, pours;
I would trace her name in books bearing my last name and hers;
I envisioned our children—our Christmas traditions;
I imagined her bright mind and pale body as an uncharted island,
of which I may explore, or nap upon, or be buried in,
for an everlasting course of time…

11:29 pm  •  11 March 2012  •  2 notes

The edits to Confession, Creature have begun.

This is my first ever novel(la) to be independently published.

I wish for it be complete and released, on or by, May 7th—

(Probably not realistically).

If you would like to reserve a copy, send me a message or an email.

“Will they be for sale, or simply given away?”

I have not yet decided.

For the “confessions” appeared only to be read by a select few,

and even some of them hardly cared for it.

Nonetheless! Dismissing the project in its entirety for over a month,

coming back to it now with a fresh vision has been incredible, to say the least. 

(I ramble on…)

The gist of it: 

Release date is May 7th, 2012. (roughly)

If you would like to reserve a copy—message or email me.

Be happy; you’re gorgeous!

#QE

7:24 pm  •  8 March 2012  •  2 notes

Second Light

11:46 pm  •  7 March 2012  •  1 note

Emetophilia

4:10 pm  •  7 March 2012  •  2 notes

Tell Your Story, Whitey

5:01 pm  •  6 March 2012  •  1 note

Suspension

3:38 am  •  4 March 2012  •  1 note

I may come to preach such aversions to sex,
but surely these are means just meant to impress.
Such claims are solely aimed for quick route to your bed,
for sure, I just may seem unique as I wait for you to undress,
but at best, I may just use my brain to get some head and then rest…

ZZZ… 666… 

1:01 am  •  27 February 2012  •  1 note

I laughed before, and I laugh once more, again.

For the secret to a fulfilling life was the secret to a life of happiness,
and the secret to a life of happiness was hardly “hush-hush.”

Rather, I had been told this secret many a’times before,
but had only taken such whispered words as hollow compassion.

“What an utterly thoughtful remark!—,
though, surely so thoughtlessly uttered…”

I persisted to take such sweet advice with a grain of salt.

“How idealistic!” I snarled. “‘The world is yours…’ Pah!”

But truly this was the secret to a fulfilling life! to a life of happiness!
Absolute, growing, limitless potential: mind, body, & soul.

You’ve laughed at me before, and you may laugh once more, again.

11:56 pm  •  26 February 2012  •  2 notes

Lighten up, will you?
For you push pressure upon me,
alike the weight of the world.
Why—thy name is gravity!
Though you may persist to exist beneath me,
you never cease to bring me down.

11:40 pm  •  24 February 2012  •  1 note

What childish tendencies pose to be these!
Of such fickle folks! You, tormenting tease!
Insensitive to all sense of your utter lack of reliability!
You squeeze at my heart to see the insecurity it breeds…

Oh, please… surely this is, but a petty, naked naivety…
(I do not believe this may be deemed as over-thinking—!)
For we all are familiar to our trust crushed to sinking,
in such time of patience, frozen by the chills of our waiting…
 
Now might I ask—for just an echo to self-respect—,
is this calculated neglect just simply to keep me in check?
“I shall never depend on you—and don’t you forget!”
Well… to heck with you and your scheming, hesitant breath!

Do consider it, my friend, that such mental games shall pose,
to produce only negative effects in a perpetual, slippery slope.
Though, I do believe such immaturity we shall soon come to outgrow—,
well, then again… perhaps not, but I surely do hope so!

6:31 pm  •  23 February 2012  •  2 notes

Clothed in fingernail clippings;
bathed in a golden, wintry sun;
lacking the space for sleep within this hectic routine:
I have never felt more content to express,
a more delicious sounding articulation:
“London… oh, you’re cold—,
but the wheat’s… got, got, got to last!” 

12:50 pm  •  23 February 2012