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Soft as adamantium

It’s crazy…people think I’m soft, soft like a pillow but deep inside – wait, no, just underneath the surface I am hard, hard like metal Hard like steel Titanium Adamantium So hard it may as well be unreal (I’m not real) I drink. I can drink. I do drink; drink rivers Drink waterfalls Drink like … Continue reading

Underneath the surface

It lurks beneath the surface. A grief, you must know, a grief that I cannot quite find the right words to encapsulate its shape and size, the weight of it, the graininess of its taste it my mouth, the sourness on my tongue… I hate it. (I hate it with all my being) When it … Continue reading

For who could ever love a beast?

When I watch a television show, I see a movie, or a read a book, I always root for: The Evil Queen / Regina (Once Upon A Time) The Beast (Beauty and the Beast) Alex Karev (Grey’s Anatomy) Arusigawa Juri (Utena) And so on and so forth. I always root for…the Beast. Why is that? … Continue reading

Love and self

“[I must get over] the idea that the value of love rises as the self dwindles.” — Susan Sontag the strength of love is not at the expense of identity and self

Sever the stem

If I could sever my brain from my body I wonder what the outcome I wonder what I would say yes to I wonder from what I would run If I close my eyes And shut off my thoughts I sink into the pleasure Of you Not of your slick body Not of the outpourings … Continue reading

Trapped in a pattern

Over the last few days, I have been reading. Reading old emails and exchanges, years old text messages from numbers now lost to the dark corners of mind (and most certainly deleted out of the perfect recall of my contact list!), and there are some conclusions that can be drawn from all that truth, all … Continue reading

Just because

Just because we’re wrong doesn’t mean we’re not right Continue reading

The twins of pleasure / pain

too many often seek pleasure as if it would be, could be, is, the cure for pain they are fundamentally wrong

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

People are not objects. 

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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