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
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
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
“[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
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
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
too many often seek pleasure as if it would be, could be, is, the cure for pain they are fundamentally wrong
People are not objects.