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Official release of the Full Detox EP!

SO after a year and a half of working in the  studio and making videos, I’ve decided to released the Full Detox EP as working album!

It’s available for stream and download on my bandcamp site.  https://nickp.bandcamp.com/releases

Stream for free or download it for only $2! Enter promo code “ep” and get it 50% off! Thats just $1 for a years worth of hard work. I hope you guys enjoy it and give it a listen!

check it it out here:

 

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Fiction · Nick P · Poetry · Short Stories · Uncategorized

Natural Production

Recently I  was diagnosed Bipolar, just like my mom (also a writer.) I feel like writing should come natural to me at this point. I suppose to a degree it does, but it’s always getting started that bothers me. I keep coming back to Bukowski who said if its not burning and yearning and exploding out, then don’t write it. But I need to write everyday, I know. I find my lyrics bland and self absorbent. narcissistic and trite. just….not any fucking good. I’ve lost touch. But im thinking of getting back on that horse, (this is proof) and just let the words start flowing again. it doesn’t help that i have SO MUCH stress on me now.

Anyone consider themselves a criminal? I mean we’ve all broken the law. Whether you were speeding or you just had to have that $200 dress, (thats for you high school  girls.) welp! I’m a criminal. and the worst part is, I kind of like it. Sure music and writing and movies keep me entertained, Vacations never happen, so occasionally im a bad boy. Its actually amazing i dont have a record. its all been dismissed. HA! well im paying for some charges now that could land me in the slammer, but i think it will all play out well.

anyway keep an eye out for new song videos and prose and poetry coming at ya! I think I’ll be writing again very soon.

Nick P

Fiction · Poetry · Uncategorized

Phantoms

no choice but to walk in circles
on synthetic stain-resistant earth.
to keep him at bay.

nevertheless, chattering fingertips push softly
just enough fervor to excorcise these…
Phantoms, i suppose.

fickle as the morning dew,
as unforgiving as God.

by another word they are unjustly called,
like the carpet beneath me,
swimming the chemicals in my brain
a fugazi, the Phantom, pushing for war
a war already lost, a war not worth the spoils.