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 label by class or to take a stand--- Photo: [wood burn] Major Arcana XIII: Death (2014), by Ericka Frost at Lucidity Festival 2015--… Continue reading Fluffy Bell-Bottoms
but this remains
† ╳ ☥ = ⌘ [click on title to read more] A message should remind us that humanity's grounding root of truth has always been the same, and even though symbols change, the essence of it does not- if we are going off the basis that: time is elastic & all perspective is dependent on… 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 exact- I asked the butler a few times, but he spilt the milk on me, he may have been full of answers,… Continue reading Let There be Words
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 about a raven, who made its fears into a nest. I attempt to sketch conclusions, That I keep boxed up & labeled… Continue reading Totemed up Freestyle
Living: The First Six Lessons
To be, or not to be---- to act or............ to stagnate Advice for all: I hate to be cliché but the best thing you can do is: know yourself, TRUST yourself, be CONFIDENT in yourself [x infinity], & to meet your creative self halfway there [a lot of the time, my 'actor self' shows up… Continue reading Living: The First Six Lessons
Gravitate
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 seemingly endless herd towards the exit. I wanted to be transported back to Mary France’s comforting Land Rover, but seconds were stretching… Continue reading Staring at a Wall
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. And after I decide to participate in life or to be a bystander, another question waits to be consulted. The never ending… Continue reading To Be the Mold & Shape of Form
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