…Tales from the Green room…Devil-May-Care Lines…Chill-Rips…Moments to Memories...You can Read all of my Wrecked-Out & Romantic Trips…From High Peaks, to Lowland Swamps, Big Cities, Nowhere Towns, to Tromps in the Desolate Wilderness; Lots of Lust, Episodes that took Guts and Dead Minutes, When I thought my Blood would Rust...And Other Weird Tales of Americana, From the Bro-Migo side of the Grind….Nicholas Viglietti
a writer, Sentence Slinger, and a Waggish Line-ripper of a chill-migo poet…Livin’ on the slim side of large in Sac-Town, CA.
After Katrina ravaged the gulf coast, he rebuilt homes there for 2 years. Up in Mon-tucky, he cut trails in the wilderness. Overall, Nicholas worked 3 years Under the Americrops Service Program.
In Humboldt , He bucked Hay, Carved Waves, And Earned a Degree Despite All the Haze, Behind the redwood Curtain. He pedaled from the cap-city to S.D. He’s a seventh-life party-hack, attempting to rip chill lines in the madness….
Wastrel Rips & Devil-May-Care Madness
Quotes that Tease & Aim to Please
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“...Ain’t quittin’
For the fuckin’ fun of it.
Live large,
I seen the devil sweat. ”
“....Somewhere...
Out in the eventually...
I hit the sentence speed...
Like vibrant acid-flashbacks....
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“...At the root of our guts
We are faded chances
In the end...”
“...that frigid river floats, and there are hearts that struggle to pump a purpose of a beat, out on the rotten stretch of cement, scabbed top of flatland streets... ”
“He would go to the bar with us, but his liver didn’t have our stamina.”
“It runs fresh, straight off infamous slopes of cannibalistic mountains.”
