for two noteworthy events maybe not two. but one. broken into two outside of the normal. I get to sing Thursday, too. And I have been thinking more about people’s obsessions in being defined by “who you know”. like I… Continue Reading →
home improvement to clean up, to organize, to something ize my life. sean “the tool man Taylor” has helped me change the door hinges today. we have accomplished much. in fact, I have felt a severe need, desire to really… Continue Reading →
I decided my presumption that crazy motherfuckers get more love, and the right kind, too isn’t too good to be true. I have decided to play someone that I am not. Crazy jealous bonkers nutball fuckin zoink brain that won’t… Continue Reading →
head pinched inched slightly towards sliced clean, knives through limes I smell on my fingers mixed with the cigarettes and angel sometime I feel like I am falling torn leaves and autumn like I always loved the icicle trees they… Continue Reading →
there is something kind of comforting, breathable, about the smell of winter clothing, wrapped up in boxes for some other people. today i broke free, but in ways I can’t explain. Sometimes I am slow. Most of the time I… Continue Reading →
questionable minds. writhing in gutters. bring these bring them this that there they stand mirrored in the background can you, my love, see the difference between? I stand forgotten forgetting there is a certain something somewhere someone left me this… Continue Reading →
this is my dog and I she’s cute but quite a mess and won’t sit still for very long I also grew ghetto hair overnight because I am good like that..n shit…. and because I care so much about shamless… Continue Reading →
recognizing that politics are people. I don’t see any need to bust off on politics, but I do need to do this for myself and for everyone else that’s been wondering what I have to say about this situation.. TUESDAY… Continue Reading →
scared is as scared does. with the worry and anticipation of the blood that runs through my veins in great gallons. my body is limp and wasted like the scattered pilings. leaves, broken hearts and broken bodies. I would destroy… Continue Reading →
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