New Age Wasteland, Pt. I

Life is a paradoxical state of mind— A state, in which, one can simultaneously experience a sense of inner-connectedness and communion with others, while also, experiencing a sense of alienation through the natural… Continue reading

Fluffy Bell-Bottoms

kings become jokers, when a hand is a hand, dealt through dual recreation, fatality lurks & casts shade forth on today’s land, without permission or regards to thy man, shadows lead individuals to… Continue reading

but this remains

†  ╳  ☥  =  ⌘

Let There be Words

The forest is calling, and it is so, the woods call often, but I ignore the phone- Technologically speaking, & technically, in-fact, I retrieve information from the source, whether it is Wikipedia or… Continue reading

Totemed up Freestyle

Sitting on a plate, like a notion or a nod, sprouting forth & through, as our cars drive us to their jobs. It is odd, I think, pondering about a desk- whilst reading… Continue reading

Living: The First Six Lessons

To be, or not to be—- to act or………… to stagnate


Just to be x infinity, Let it be held, by motion, within me.

Don’t Call Me, Surely

I am glad I did not wear make-up today [also see, warpaint].

Staring at a Wall

Black Square The air hung thick upon our perspiring bodies. A long day, to say the least; after hours of frolicking deep within Eleanor Tinsley Park, our feet dragged as we followed the… Continue reading

To Be the Mold & Shape of Form

To take on the process of existing, or to ignore my responsibilities- the question follows me everywhere, everyday- asking, constantly, that I make a decision, whether to take action, or to remain stagnant.… Continue reading