sole gc this saturday night
What family means to us.
Category: tribe
i can get you cut up quick
by tony touch...
what’s the size of them
rims… they just keep holdin me, won't let go...
deities. surrender.
deities. surrender. memories of wishing and sending for you. i mean him. it was like one complete actual. a literal place of more. i held him quietly inside of me. loud sounds still occurred and life did not stop, but there was truth that i beamed like never while he held me and swore i would not drop; savoring each word. embracing clever. have you ever learned to stand quite this tall? stomp out emotion and straighten your spine. i stepped five...
the stories, mate.
Namaste blog tribe I've been story-ing lately. I wrote enough love poetry and somewhat nestled back down to earth. It seems like I have stewed long enough and it's time for another story project! Since taking a break from daily blah-ging, I've had time to actually reflect on the life I lived over the past few years crusading from Australia to New York City and smacking myself down in Manhattan's middle guts. I am not an essayist and I don't...