A door bell,bait,dangerous frazzling in Florida heaven,fire in the ice box,ten thousand hands reaching out,lips on the glass,stifled. I will not make boring art.She likes to break the iceI like to stir it There’s no one left to be nothing to fix, no where to goRejoiceIn divine emptiness of thought!
I left for the ocean as the sun stretched its rays blooming past webs of cloud. Me, levitating, anchored over beach washed sand, watching runners graze along the face. We live on the surface, I whisper to the wind. And where shall that be carried? Where shall I end up? No, I have no time […]
It’s like I’m a child again, every fragment of my vision glossed over with curios awe. Learning something new — if you’re sincerely invested in that thing — produces a high unlike any drug you can (il)legally ingest. The head rush that comes from the conscious focus of following a thread from discovery to repetition […]