Watching this community blossom into what it has become never ceased to amaze him and me. We would regularly marvel at it and high five....
If I read our story backwards, it’s about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day you forgot about me forever.
I love happy endings.
1. Who are you and what do you do?
I'm Joe. I try to put myself in other peoples' shoes.
2. What's the origin of your artist name?
I find power in regular repetition. And a lot of inspiration from rules and regulations, both followed and broken. Rob Brown first named me Regular Joe around four years ago because I eat a lot of vegetables.
3. What has been your biggest challenge with your art so far?
Being sufficiently selfish.
4. Who or what is your biggest influence?
Mama, papa, brotha
5. What is your wildest story?
Definitely this one.
And in this vast universe grew a boy.
And in this boy grew a vast universe.
My brother died three years ago today. And it still really hurts.
But dude, if he could see us now. In the home stretch of our first season making a TV show. This little thing we started together. Of course he was such an optimist, he wouldn't be surprised.
Hitting RECord always makes me feel close to him. So I wanna thank you guys for continuing to play. It really does help.
Thanks again <3
somewhere... live two stories
one of hevn, one of urth,
who awake to find they’re hugging
with no knowledge of their birth.
this embrace invokes a balance
the two stories have come one.
no more fear and no desire
nothing done to be undone. (cont..)
but suddenly there is an urge
that shakes their tranquil state.
longing to understand themselves
and thirsting to create,
hevn, out of nowhere
tells a story of its own
and urth, beguiled by newness
acts this story out alone.
so with a song and dance
a tiny story came to be
a star that lit their eyes up
“I thought you loved me.”
“I did. I do love you. It’s just that I’ve got to move on. We’ve come to the end.”
“Can’t you read me over again?”
“I could, but there’s another book I’m interested in.”
“There’s another book?! You’ve been looking at other books while reading me?”
“Not seriously, just skimming through the pages.”
“Skimming you say, and was it hard cover or paperback?”
“I don’t think that matters. It's neither, it's on a Kindle. Besides, you can’t judge a book by…”
“Don’t say it. A Kindle? Are you having a mid-life crisis? Where's the...
While little kids pray there are no monsters beneath their bed,
Do little monsters hope there are no kids above their head?
When I was sixteen years old, I saw the Milky Way for the first time. This is the truest thing that I have ever written and it will be almost everything I can do to commit it into black and white print for the first time.
I was six months old when I was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa. I am lucky, the type that I have is not the most vicious or devastating. It means that I am night blind, that my peripheral vision is slowly narrowing into a pinhole of vision, and that my depth perception is gradually flattening away to nothing.