I feel so magic: 13 de diciembre de 2014
I feel so new, I feel so magic, so feather-like floaty hair and pixelated pinpointed pulseras, colours in every texture. Ink on skin, plastic camera whimsical vibrations, a ring on every finger, long nails, eating a bulbous, shiny apple, reds…
Vendiendo burbujeros en la feria: 21 de diciembre de 2014
We are selling burbujeros – giant bubble-making wands – at the feria in Parque Las Heras. You don’t have to pay to enter, or get permission from the municipalidad. Just find an open space that isn’t inhabited by other people…
I feel creativity buzzing inside everything: 12 de diciembre de 2014
My brain is starting to clog with inspiration and excitement. I feel so attractive here, so surrounded by beautiful, fashionable people that look at me like I am one of them, another work of art to be respected and admired.…
I feel I am a new being, everything before is only a shadow in the past: 11 de diciembre de 2014
I feel my head full of tension, a stress reaction to the paratoxicity that is the only form of marijuana that is cheap-ish and usually available. Paraguayo, no flores. Hay que cortarlo como si fuera una barra de pan. I…
Blazing stars in a massive black sky: Uruguay, 21 de diciembre de 2013
Last night we drank wine and smoked out of my new pipe, which still does not have a name. We took pictures of frogs, walked to the ocean in the moonlight, waves thundering under the milky way, blazing stars in…
Your opinions and judgments of others are projections of yourself: 12, 15 de octubre de 2013
☯️12 octubre 2013: Notes Your opinions and judgments of others are projections of yourself, your own disastrous mixture of emotion and intellect. There are people that need you, that think you’re brilliant and irreplaceable. Make something for someone else, write…
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…
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…
Sudamérica, el inicio: 15 de febrero de 2014
Sudamérica, el incio: I think I’m afraid of people not doing what they say they will do. When I’m high my perceptions are warped, there is a great difference in mind state while sober. You can’t think high is better…
What do you do?: 22 de enero de 2015
A question I would like to ask all young people is “What do you do when you like someone?” What do you do, specifically? Do you ask them a question about their past, or something more surface level first? Or…