honea byrne

My Megalomania at Midnight afterwards Afterward-2dec 2006 2:30am done with the first editing process.             Many many weeks ago if you would have typed my name, Honea Byrne, on your internet Google image bar it would have taken you to a graveyard’s tombstone of some distant relatives of mine. Rising from the proverbial ‘dead’ in all appropriateness is a chief mantra of the story. How appropriate it was; for we on and from the Coast will forever be changed.  Even more so, appropriate due to the fact that the story started off loosely based on Chuck and I taking pics from town. One of the scenes was indeed from a graveyard located on 28 th street in Long Beach .             I started this story in May 2005 with real scenarios and loosely based ones; they were my hangout spots. Most of which would, unknown to my conscious mind, not be the same at the ending of writing the story. In particularly, there’s the billiard hall Jim Bob’s . That opene

Excerpt from My Megalomania At Midnight click here to purchase   for free from May 23-27, 2016 Men are like dogs, too dumb for their own good, and women are like cats, too smart for their own good. …while the automatic teller machine is at the entrance, right by the door and its temptationally blinking fancy lights like a pin ball machine. Then my mind lights up like a light bulb. The Archetypical theory: Pimps are the managers. Whores are the musicians. The johns are the fans. Except the roles get confused: the strippers are the pimps and the audience are the whores and johns.    While master debating the philosophies in my mind, like a capitalist zombie, I stick my card into the automatic teller machine for a $3. fee to get a withdrawal of $200. Damn! Am I a whore? Pimp? Or a John?             The cigarette smoke, of my future fans and of me, stings my eyes. Chain smoking, coffee, and porn; by now I’ve used 50 bucks to get two strippers, Kitten and Avona,

free book promo May 23-27, 2016  click for link here  Introducing female rapper V-Chip LIKE a child retreating in fear…I ball up and sat in the far corner of the hole. I heard a car stop. Footsteps hit the asphalt amplified and combined with my heart beat. It created a drum beat, my personal anthem of doom.   16 I’m back in the room w/ the candle dripping on the ceiling resembling a droplet of water slowly dropping from a faucet and rippling on the water-w/no laws of gravity, as it falls upward (upworld):                                     “The REVELATIONS have no ending, and this reality too is not a MYTH.” John’s got a very serious look on his face-like a doctor telling a family that their loved one is dying from a terminal illness. His face is strange in color: off whit pale green. It is apparent that he has been caught up in an emotional angst-crying and screaming as if something he subjected himself too long ago will never give him peace at all. “In Fa

My Megalomania At Midnight Is Taken from these real life events. May 23-May 27 for free (updated edit)  My Megalomania at Midnight get it here I still think that Charles playing guitar was something very magical. Used to think he was born like that. He probably was. He had also been playing for almost two decades. Charles music (some of his later music)  I was just starting back in 2006, I was playing with my Krammer that I had bought in Korea in 1999. Back then I didn’t think I could play unless I was drunk.  Before leaving for the Army, 1998,  I had played a bit on keyboards, with a band that never left the trailer park . Charles had shown me the basic chords. Taught me how to play Bob Dylan’s “knocking on heavens door” G, D, C chords, remembered it with mnemonic God Damn Cigarettes. I have songs that motivate me. When I learn how to play these theme songs I feel more empowered. The more I play guitar I realize being good is like every thing else; it’s a matter of practice

excerpt from  My Megalomania At Midnight (A Mississippi Tall Tell of Rock N Roll Fantasies, Heart Breaks, and Disasters During Hurricane Katrina)   link to  INSIDE: It’s like a hall of fame, of “has been’s” and “never was’s.” From the looks of this place; it looks like it used to be classy. Like, one of those grand pent house types of class; with fake plants that look real and inside water fountains. Even has numerous upright grand pianos along with other musical equipment.               But now, it smelled of pop icon pestilence: week old pepperoni, hot beer, smell of ass and stale weed. Jeeze, I could go on and on. These “has beens” and “never was’s” are living like wild animals. Activities engaged for them are orgies, rap freestyle contests, and acoustic live sets. Indeed, this is where we go when the cliché goes hack. Yep, all of their lives seem to be summed up by the phrases of songs ripping off of nursery rhyme type of bubble gum stuck to a shoe content clumped

Thank you all for supporting me during this passed week as I am learning how to promote. I know the irritability it is to see my promos in the feed (to some of you). Due to that I have been using a different approach-this is to give you a short excerpt. I am still trying to reach and develop my target audience, that reqiures a lot of hit and miss. I assure you I am working very dilligently to stand out in such a saturated market. There will be more free e-books in the following weeks. Next books will be my picture book about my travels in #machupicchu , click here to preview and "My Megalomania AT Midnight"-a story set during #HurricaneKatrina . click here for preview last day for Going Educational for free trial 2 may 2016-6 may 2016

__2 more days till ebook promo ends on May 6, 2016 click here for free e-book ____ ______________________________________________________________________ "As you learned from our gathering Mr. Walker, the patients have been induced through hypnotic means. Specifically, by sounds and sights that alter their memories. The final triggering effect was a universally know religious doctrine..." "Christianity. Right?" I interrupted Dr. __________ . "Yes, Mr. Walker, it was incited by a prayer. Rather we think it is rights or wrong the media; and rather we think their intentions are good or evil, Christianity has been seen and heard infinite amount of times in America. Thus our patients are in their own manufactured best lives. Carlton, Pierce, Ben, and Dr. Handy have not experienced happiness for a long time. This is the safest way to rehabilitate them back into society." "They can't live in the real world when they are living in a fantasy world.&qu

 "Hernando Desoto was a crook and a killer of Native Americans. He almost killed all the Native Americans in present day Clarksdale Mississippi. ...Change the young minds. Teach them about the goat ‘Baphomet.’ A world leader reads a book to preschoolers about a pet goat…the second part was an archetype a prince of the sky, or a God throwing a lightning bolt to buildings that represent a country’s security. Part three of the spell is to sacrifice the masses to Baphomet. Call it having the masses frightened. The Group’s primary objective is to enslave the weak. It follows the theorem that ‘only the strong will survive.’ Their ‘Higher Power’ wants people to live in fear. Wants them to be in so much misery that they become servants to their selfish cause. They are disguising what their new plan will be, and what it already is. What it already is has brainwashed the youth." so explained psych ward patient Ben Earnest . He is on a psycho holiday from his job as a teacher at Clark