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PUMIQUXT

FUCK ART MAKE NOISE

paranoia will destory ya [sic]

paranoia will destory ya [sic]

paranoia is terrifying, petrifying, but also seductive. it's an attempt to make sense of a world in which almost everything is illusory

Some of My Art (and a poem)

Some of My Art (and a poem)

I make photos and other visual art. Mostly digital. Some analog. Some both.

The Clearing

He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.

And So It Is, And So Am I

And So It Is, And So Am I

The high priestess is the Gateway, she offers you the key to your subconscious, your dreams, your intuition. Listen to your subconscious, the wisdom you have deep within. You need to blend your intellect with your intuition as you embark on the spiritual journey.

In Which a Neighborhood Witch Comes to My Aide

In Which a Neighborhood Witch Comes to My Aide

another little piece of the story... (this is an addendum to this) i had intended to bring a tarot deck to use in my personal part of this weekend's ritual, but i absent-mindedly left it home last night, while pondering what i'm going to say/

Pagan Influences on the Psyche of People Living With CPTSD, or Blowing My Own Mind, in Which I'm the Hero

Pagan Influences on the Psyche of People Living With CPTSD, or Blowing My Own Mind, in Which I'm the Hero

we may have been victimized while young and powerless, but we are today survivors who carry within us the seeds of power and liberation from the pain of suffering

Harsh Times

FUCK ART MAKE NOISE

The Lost Boy

He was never really lost.

Pumiquat

he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know

Kitchen Memories

Kitchen Memories

i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream

Who Am I This Time?

Who Am I This Time?

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately, murdering me.

Buried Alive

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.

Ariadne, Amazed

Ariadne, Amazed

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face

Random Encounter

Random Encounter

As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.

Anguinum

The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.

What We Love Is What We Hope Is Who We Are

What We Love Is What We Hope Is Who We Are

The thing I remember most about being young is the longing I felt, though I knew not for what.

My Vertical Interrogation

My Vertical Interrogation

I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.

A Bad Fall, and a Return

A Bad Fall, and a Return

Most of this year has not been good. My mental health was the poorest it's been in a very long time. My physical health has somewhat returned, but as I turn 65, I feel fragile and old.

M.A.L.ediction of My Offense, Many of Whom are Entering Us

M.A.L.ediction of My Offense, Many of Whom are Entering Us

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, by millions and millions more subpoenas, to wash it white as snow?

eagles toppling mountain goats

eagles toppling mountain goats

he came up on an eagle on a sandbar looking over his shoulder bloody beak dripping with dead cormorant...

We Begin

that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock...

The Custom of Violence

The Custom of Violence

In the earliest grades he was a bit of a bully. If his family hadn’t moved he likely would have continued on a trajectory towards becoming a very bad person. However, and somehow, the move to another state affected him in such a manner that he effectively began learning how to be a human being.

The Saddest Piss in the World

The Saddest Piss in the World

i’m standing in a dark closet dreaming / dreaming like a monkey / what a monkey sounds like / what a monkey sounds like when it stubs it’s toe

Queequeg, Cleopatra, and Xerxes Walk Into a Bar

Queequeg, Cleopatra, and Xerxes Walk Into a Bar

We were poor. Number 10-sized cans of mealy, sinewy, chicken guts, peanut butter, and powdered eggs. Embarrassing standing in line to pick it all up.