accompany lack of concern

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...

you can be better than that

"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...

carry on

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...

midnight extension of misery

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...

Valentine’s Plaza Gala

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...
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