Don't Touch Me
More music than noise in this one.
More music than noise in this one.
I make sounds. I will be sharing some of that here...
I'll be posting some of my art here...
This is a detail of a bust stop shelter I've been walking past several times a week for the last 7 years. This detail is only a small part of the shelter, every surface of which was used by local artists, writers, sages, and gangsters, broadcasting their urgent
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Part 1 of 2
an invocation
I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is a
and a few poems...
I. the two boys the garden snake the sun dried wood the long stretch the measure II. I remember on my back my skin warmth above and below fading into suchness the sun III. the one boy the opened jack knife the silver blade (the cutting the blood) the dying
I began this blog to write about my recovery from childhood abuse. It was partly meant to be informative, to offer context to people who may have witnessed, or been affected by, some of my... reactive behavior that was rooted in trauma. But it was also a way for me
Godot will always be coming, but certain never to arrive. Be like Lucky, the wise fool.
writing
glorious baklava, ex libras, hep hey, ad infinitum
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Write a story in six words...
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The purpose of making art is making art. It will never be enough. It is all there is.
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Pardon my outrage, but there's a greater point if you read to the end.
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I was shopping for shoes when I saw the shirt. It was by itself on a torso mannequin and it whispered to me as I passed it. “I am for you!”
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Lies they still tell me…
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senryu
writing
from the sacrilege series
writing
to be alone with myself
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FUCK ART MAKE NOISE
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paranoia is terrifying, petrifying, but also seductive. it's an attempt to make sense of a world in which almost everything is illusory