In that same hour

said to the multitudes

Are you come out as against a thief with swords and staves

for to take me

I sat daily with you teaching in the temple

and you laid no hold on me

To:Wilhelmina

From :

"you make me feel like shit for working and everything else that's said

why dont you get inspired

you're my muse

you stir me

the artist isnt inspired by surrounding

the surroundings are inspired by the artist

you drown in tv and sleeplessness

write something paint something break something

grab me by the arm and let's fly off somewhere

jesus fucking christ wake up!

you're beautiful!

i'm telling you this as your best friend.

stop fucking succumbing to the garbage in life.

everyone, i mean everyone fucking has it.

neither of your parents or mine have killed themselves

and they're all going through hell."

a cycle of sounds

unforgiving voices

some loud or hot and some quiet cool

sounds sounding off second after second

repeating a series of unrealized documentation

for a moment to own up to its antecedent

and she or he hissing

deep into OUR habitation

and we welcome it

we welcome the blue above our heads

we welcome the electricity in our walls

for now i barely listen

these years propagate similartities

maternalist

and personalize the same sounds we pollute

she has starved herself so thin

she must have died within the palms of my hands

and like sand dunes doctor the maps

you can see she cannot remember her bones

a january and my 23rd relay 

my birthday is a goose split nativity floating on a gelid river 

thank you 

his figures and droll are

as always 

seamlessly unorthodox

ps. i started this blog 10 months ago.

also, we all enjoy that 15 more than you