Let's drink to the new frontier!بقلم J. Curtis

What delights lay beyond the infinite?بقلم J. Curtis

Make no mistake that this decision, your decision, will ultimately come back to haunt you.بقلم J. Curtis

"You see, demons can exert some control over things like the weather or the small minded but gravity is the ultimate demon. Nobody controls that bitch."Words | J. CurtisMusic | Guadalupe Plataبقلم J. Curtis

"We come together with Cashbut only for a little whileThen you're Waylon and I’m not Willie"Words & Performance | J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

"Now, put yourself behind the wheel or in one of the seats. Where are you driving off to?"Words & Performance | J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

"Vegas is somewhere behind you. The weeklong bender, those gaps in time and synapse that will never fire again are the only take home in that doggie bag brain between your ears."Written by J. CurtisMusic by Guadalupe Plataبقلم J. Curtis

A sea-bound traveller of more than fifteen years she had a base knowledge of common languages from the ports she frequented but this was something different — a gutterspeak.Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

The dream is always the same.Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

She could lift a wallet, sure, like she just did but she’d also come away with much more with only a slight touch.Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

I saw you lying there pretending I don’t exist when we both can smell your stench.Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Erin Caddبقلم J. Curtis

She sat quietly as her father’s voice played through the earbuds. Every word he spoke to her seemed unrehearsed but expertly tailored.Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Rebecca Heymanبقلم J. Curtis

She couldn't remember much more than the feeling of freedom. Not so much freedom, but independence.Written by J. CurtisMusic by noimsparticus, Peter Kirnبقلم J. Curtis

Tomorrow would be as different as any tomorrow might ever be.Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Rebecca Heymanبقلم J. Curtis

The clock on his nightstand visible from his recliner glowed: 12:00. Midnight.Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

"Even if she exhausted every last note in her register, every last breath in the whole of this world, there would be only a silent stillness."Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Rebecca HeymanMusic by Stellartux, Tr0tبقلم J. Curtis

I imagined the sunWritten by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

As his hand moved unknowingly from the side of his faceAnd all senses were piqued in every inch of the placeWritten by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

Go out and love.Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ? John Milton, Paradise LostWritten by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

From the Writing Collective @ Opium Den Studios in Oakland (http://bit.ly/1pX8l8W)Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

What's more magic than working with your hands?Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

Sometimes the bottle has you, sometimes you have the bottle.Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis

Where's your favorite hide & go seek spot?Written by J. Curtisبقلم J. Curtis