my anxiety of advertising

I really can't handle advertising. I don't reckon advertising is something that overjoys anyone -- but I feel like my loathing is next level. Since leaving the household where I was raised twenty years ago, in the middle of the night to sleep on a New York City floor with some welcoming strangers I met the night prior -- I've never owned a television. Televisions are advertising boxes that I cannot personally endure. Part of why my web presence...

and then i was in nyc

I decided ten days ago Manhattan was calling. I had been in a fairly shit mood for like two weeks and I needed a quick fix. So last Friday, I hopped on a plane and am currently hibernating amongst chilly treetops and windy street blocks. Since I left Manhattan to go back to Australia in June 2018, I've been freelancing. The dopest thing about being a freelance Writer is setting yourself up to work a month, have a month to yourself, work a...

when your mouth is

Super shut. Observations inside silence are always the loudest to me. One of my favourite people who hails from the South Island of New Zealand spent a few days in my beach hut recently. We guzzled gin drinks and played hair colour games with another favourite who dwells down Byron way. We dipped carrot sticks in garlic dips and swapped secrets and silliness. The colours of my life are violet and gold. They remain that way. Seven years back two...

lucid. unplugged. disconnect.

"Yo puedo hacerte feliz…" I met my husband 29 June 2017. Halfway through our first date, breakfast at a French cafe' on east 44th street in midtown Manhattan, he leaned across the table while I blushed crossing and uncrossing my legs (both of us dressed to the New York City nines, suits and frocks at 7am) and he stated, quite plainly in a husky, cigar-smoking Spanish accent that I drank like a green smoothie... "I can make you happy." "... yo...
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