Your pupils dilate: 22 de junio de 2013
To be alone is when music slices into your visceral perception. Your pupils dilate, your pupils are massive black suns burning my neurons and sucking my memories away, like lint pulled off clothes from the dryer, or stray hairs from…
My honesty is flowing and coherent: 01 de junio de 2013
Is my diary completely honest? His honesty manifested in writing would be vulgar. Cum-stained blankets from white hospital rooms with bars in the windows, and slits in the doors for porridge. My honesty is flowing and coherent, vague ideas growing…
Inhale my waves: 26 de mayo de 2013
Today is super baked and residual hiiighs and tiny writing. Poppyseed muffins, French, drawings, the collective as more than the sum of the parts. Antique pearly jewelry, found objects, scratchy pen scrawl, USE YOUR WORDS, use your worlds, inhale my…
A past lover made me so abstract: 18 de mayo de 2013
INDECISION GRIPS ME IT DOES It has tied me down, I am frozen, immobile. I will defeat you, I will write you into oblivion, I will figure you out, I will sift through the insanity and find what’s real. It…
He moves slow and full of care: 05 de mayo de 2015
I have found someone that touches me right. For this small moment, at least. He moves slow and full of care. Never have I been lost so quickly in that touch sense without thought, without thinking of the next move.…
Some strange tribute to the genius of man: 24 de diciembre de 2014
It’s 20:00 and I’m sitting on a bench in the warm wind, watching the cars stream past, lights flashing, blinkers clicking, some strange tribute to the genius of man, but abused and forlorn, slave to tall yellow stoplights and the…
The sound of birds: 03, 12 de julio de 2015
☯️03 de julio de 2015 I’ve been wanting to listen to silence for so long now. Its intricate, infinite depth is filled with everything. There is the sound of birds near — a loud, cackling mess of twigs in the…
Inhaling roughly that black cancer air: 29 de abril de 2014
Inhaling roughly that black cancer air, the world twitching and swirly for a few seconds after. Insatiable need for brain changes that never come, for the feeling of risk and chance and what could occur when the opportunities are taken,…
4/20 was so fucked up: 22 de abril de 2014
4/20 was so fucked up, in a good way. Sonja, Agustín, and I smoked a joint in Agustín’s room and listened to music. We talked about so many beautiful things. I was astounded because I realized they are both very…
No sé quién soy en este idioma: 04 de diciembre de 2014
No sé qué está pasando. No sé quién soy en este idioma, pero la puedo sentir, la otra….. Now feels so good because I’m on the patio atrás with this book of inspiration (written by yours truly!) and a gray…