#jack friday

Introduction Imagine inheriting a house and finding a million dollars in the kitchen wall—then realizing someone wants you dead because of it. The novel introduces Peter Key, a nearly-thirty slacker kicked out of a suburban garage, who suddenly owns a crumbling Austin bungalow and a mystery that smells of burnt rubber and old money. TL;DR: The Quick Book Summary Peter Key’s life hits reset when…

The Mad Prince of Dower: Episode One: In Which our Hero Meets a Strange Traveler - Kindle edition by Jack Friday. 

So I've started writing queer high-fantasy erotica under the name Jack Friday. If that's a thing you enjoy, you can buy the first episode of my ongoing series! This story tells the adventures of a pansexual fop and a genderqueer prince-in-exile as they fight and fuck their way across a massive and detailed world filled with pirates, monsters, and other perils.

Fiction's genius is not solely in teaching the mind to associate abstraction with potentiality, but in that memories collude (unconcerned with the distinction of internal or external origins) to create a cohesive narrative. As though your mind were an ovary, your actions a sperm, time the womb and the ever-present-waking-moment-you the bright bundle of joy. Alchemical!

-Jack Friday

It is well known that time comes from the Chronos mines of Pluto and we have all laughed that it requires 10 minutes of effort to procure 5 minutes of flux-ore but where, I ask you, does time go? 2 weeks passed under the archway of the Ram Dass-anexed now, true. Yet, who would betray the ever-present moment to watch the fortnight depart? Still, we who know less fear than wonder seek answers that could be and find them satisfactory.

Perhaps, fleeing hungry pursuit of tireless flames that grew in speed even as they grew in girth, we found ourselves in the shelter of valley and stream.

The waters held court with the assembled moss-and-rock smallfolk and tadpole gentry. Stealing into their counsels we began to fathom the depth of our hydro-sonic ignorance but enjoyed the cool respite their company promised. Small bands of scavenging fish made a leisurely outing of swimming in place, picking at the abyss between rock and rock and creekbed. Sunlight made fair provision of itself here and the moon, in due course, set out the good china for her evening tea; if pressed one would admit yes, that was yesterday and here we are today. However, the ethnographically inclined might wish to know: we regarded the hours spent here as docking from that greater river of linear progression to an actual shoreline. A space from which to consider it, relish its simple music and plunge in to enjoy the shock of the insertion-side of introduction. Before climbing the hill that, sharp edged and steeply inclined, inevitably opened the way to the numbered days and nights currently in account.

Falling in step with the going guys and gals we marched in fine order into an area, really, rather than a place where function didn't follow form but would come by if invited. Chairs for miles in no mandated pattern and use was flexible as interpretation, a bamboo civilization.

This Golden Pup was the Lama of our nomadic gathering there in the highlands. At his side we came to taste the sweetness of routine, the plushy comfort of predictability. Once ,Sisyphus taught us that existence itself is a great labor and recently, Golden Pup showed us that labor demands rest. And so, faithful participants in the common good, we sought work and ease in lopsided measures. All seemed well and was for a measure of moon cycle but then we awoke one day to find ourselves besieged.

Bugs of grotesque appetites for human flesh appeared without warning. Bitten, scratched bloody and karmically indebted 100's of bug lives we turned away from Golden Pup, content to be and let be, and sought a lesson from our mother, Nature.

Scenario: A bug is provided with plants to eat and other plants with parts repellent to the beasts. A micro-balance is achieved. Then human interests intermingle with their flora fauna cousins' and the defensive virtue that protected the plant from being eaten alive by the bugs elects it for martyrdom to the cause of quality of life considerations for the humans.

is forever ensconced between its beauty and its scent.

When we talk about sustainable life, beneath and before, above and behind the notion is a certitude that life is intended to flourish, the future intended to take place for people and plants and beasts whose existence and enjoyment are sacred endeavors.

Like all forms created from the ethnomimetic fog all around us many materials and many methods are necessary to create an eco-socio environment wherein said hopes can be realized.

Lately, while gardening, cleaning, cooking and cavorting I have had the good pleasure of encountering and observing numerous approaches, myriad interpretations of what ways in which to affect community and care. Without question the most effective have each resulted in familial bonds being formed.

It's like a geometry problem: here's the shape now devise a proof.

Good luck, gods speed,