i’m not sorry i can’t visit your home anymore because you have too many GUNS. Seriously, i feel unsafe with all those guns around and i want nothing to do with owning anyOne nor Two or Three or Four or FIVE: for Protecting? Who? me? Nah, I’ll take my chances outside with the indigenius, (just […]Read More gUNs
To: DDay, I told. I tell: Both o’ (ze) parents that they sexually harassed me and they discriminated against me. RE:Cent.LY and that’s the truest trust fall of all because it’s TRUE that they loved to hate to love to hate to love to hate to love to.. love(d) and hate(d) #me_too# and toDDay? THEY […]Read More toDDay
Indigenous Genius “But, trains and sewing these.Machines.. Wait, All those years. BUTT, They were here first?” Oil marks appear on these walls. Where pleasure moments hung before. Then took a vow with sweeping insensivity. Still, life. Hide and seek. Trains and sewing machines. They were here first? Not humans being? But, I was here. I […]Read More Indigenous_Genius!
t.Urns out that I feel like moving. And I need to move again. And I’m going down (again) as there is no UP. Sorry, it’s just not in sight. Not yet. Unless.. is this IT? Anywho, it’s time to move. Again. And this time I need to get rid of a whole lot more stuff. […]Read More iDaHo~>Down_is_North
Crazy is asking FroZen friends for a roll of TP. Even as we keep observing the shit that comes out and in to our TPs. Crazy is all those fucking religious books. All that were pretty clear, GOD Doesn’t WANT or NEED any name. Nor another shitty book written about God. Crazy is waking up […]Read More crazY_is_for_Zen
Suffering thing about learning to go without is actually going without. Going, it’s still too often that I wonder where the next roll of toilet paper is coming from. Wait, who do I need to ask for more cotton on a stick? Eh, oh well. TP shows up. Shit, it always shows up. Becoming an […]Read More Toiling_for_TP
I dream of being that kid. Ya know, the girl without this weight on the chest as I wake in the morning with a me inside another me. Dad use to say that these feelings would always pass. He was usually write. What doesn’t pass are these etched memories of being a boy that rises […]Read More You_Keep_Going!
I had no idea that a dream about a <FALSE?> heart attack could be so devastating. I went into Scripps Memorial Hospital one morning for what I supposed would be a routine surgery (cancer, if you must know). I have no recollection of what happened in the next few hours and days. When I regained […]Read More A_Captured_Audience