Namaste blog tribe Last Thursday, the 19th, was important. I haven't really said much since then. My head has mostly been filled with songs and poems. It's a bit quiet in New York City at the moment, everyone being away for the holidays and all. During this lull of the last two weeks of 2013, I've done quite a bit of writing. I made a christmas card collage, I've been cooking organic vegetarian food and stretching a lot. After my happy/joy rant...
... sayin how the hell did this shit happen, oh baby? WE BE ALL NIGHT ... shout out bey and jay (and blue ivy). PS. My surfboard. #justsayin
Respect to Eminem and Rihanna. Every word he tells I relate to. And I'm completely in love with what Rhihanna croons. I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed, get along with the voices inside of my head. … you think I'm crazy, well that's not fair.
You know, blog family... Getting divorced twice in a fifteen month period is heaps easier than it reads. Trust me. If I could sum up how I feel at this moment, I would probably say... SLIP OUT THE BACK, JACK. MAKE A NEW PLAN, STAN... … you don't need to discuss much. just drop off the key lee, and get yourself free.
ex/accept. departure. I have developed a style to deleting numbers. And I erased you faster than your(‘re) self-destruction. I swiped and it clicked and you disappeared. It should have created a loss inside of me. Like, what if you needed me or what if I needed anyone. The sound of your body slapping cold ground is nothing. Ex/Accept. Departure.