Category: Intention

  • Even though I drew itI didn't need to cross itEverything I makeI undoYou've registered your discomfortI've rendered myself a triggerAll in the quest to learnWhat is true

  • Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless To pick up a pencil and scratch on a padis au courantI favor keys clacking and mispelled words makin' music without even tryin' I like your voice better in the Meditative Houreach breathA FlowerNo tensionNo tightropeNo walker Over turbulent water This journey has found its feet

  • longing for the old countrywhere its inhabitants would eat your tender bellyand spit out what would be left of any backboneyou are neither just off the boatnor are you 15 quid short of the price needed for membershipyour contacts are clouded by a pretty shade of pussy willowwhile you struggle to juggle disparate worlds in…

  • From your boozy lips to my woozy ear: "12 or no, I can't stay away from bars."StaggerStaggerSleepy is how I greet the day.No more blindfolds and September will forever be your month. You should have brought the apostrophe along as your date and left the bangs at home.…and stop cutting your hair, dammit! The decision…

  • My tummy has been awash in warm, slightly pinchy rumblings for the past few weeks. Not acid reflux or indigestion, but rather an arousing twinge in the middle o' the breadbasket. It feels right. I know to trust that particular gut reaction. Bad vibes come at me all cold; sharp jabs in the lower back…

  • Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.

  • People are here because they don't have to be here very often. But isn't showing up Step #1 in: How To Build An Effective Team? Why are you here? Is it because the two of us have very different ideas on how to define "Fun!?" Would we even know what to say to each other…

  • In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way…

  • Dudes are getting in trouble for being dudes. The rest of us are scrambling to fill the  positions from which said dudes (Tastemakers!) get ousted. What will the world look like when power is shifted? We are still humans, after all. Can I raise my hemline and my vibration at the same time without inciting…

  • Pitchforks grasped within sweaty fists. Fair and balanced they are not, but the Tastemakers set the pace and throw shit like nobody's business. Drop and roll and duck and cover. Misery is today's Blue Plate Special. Hatred is an acquired taste. Acceptance, evidently, requires a blood test. Have willpower, Patience! You'll never be the right…