accompany (lack of) concern our atmosphere heats and i am sweating, i am looking for a way to cool down. there are people on the streets blinking at you until you agree. i continue. too... exhale. i sigh heavily, unfortunately noticed. taking note of the occasional voice penetrating perpetual rhythm, yet, resisting. i’m tapping my foot. i’m not. i mean. i would never mention the IMPACT left. scarred in another shade of purple that i will...
"don't let it get the better of you." speed (of running) After a- While you Still. Dreamt I was overcoming Bigger than any- Thing capable of dis- Connection. Reliability Breaking again. And Again I shattered feeling That it was all a cause Of this insignificance. This Deficiency. Which was a Subtraction of his heart; Something I once took As permanent restructuring. Until he shredded What was left of a shape That barely formed Before he started...
Namaste blog family I hope your week was filled with love, laughter and all else wonderful. I returned from Bermuda last night. A man with a sign displaying my name in fat, inky letters waited outside the airport terminal - I don't think I'll ever quite get used to that. He drove me home in a tinted-window leather-seat sedan and when we arrived at my building, the doorman grabbed my bag out of the trunk with a, "Welcome back! It's nice to see...
So I returned to New York City today after a weekend of writing in the country. I was greeted by cult members who painted my afternoon with things like triple olive, dirty vodka martinis and cigars on my balcony. Consequently, I napped around 6pm... that happened. Viva public holidays! Never the less, I awoke at midnight, wandered Peanut around 9th avenue, bought a cherry coke and came back to my apartment with one major thought: Graveyard...
I glanced over the past three years of Valentine's Days nested in the archives today. Two out of three were spent in Australia, none of them involved a date. I think that's lame. And yes, yes, yes: Valentine's Day is a capitalistic blah that only makes humans spend blah blah blah... I get it. To me, boycotting a day for lovers is biting off your nose to spite to your face. While I recognize every day should be lovers day, heart shaped lollies...