Thank you, consequence

How about getting off of these antibiotics? How about stopping eating when i'm filled up? How about them transparent dangling carrots? How about that ever elusive kudo? Thank you, India. Thank you, terror. Thank you, disillusionment. Thank you, frailty. Thank you, consequence. Thank you, thank you, silence. How about me not blaming you for everything? … Continue reading Thank you, consequence

This a woman’s liberation honey is a gonna start right now

Woke up this morning with this song in my head, and found myself singing it as I made coffee, fixed my hair and climbed into the car to take on my long commute to work. The song will always remind me of my Aunt and her love of women in country music, and strong fuck … Continue reading This a woman’s liberation honey is a gonna start right now

I’ll follow you into the dark

"That's why I love you. because you say ridiculous fucking things like that. Normal people don't say things like that, Jacob. All my life I waited for someone who would say things like that to me. And for someone I didn't feel alone in the presence of. Someone who understood. Someone who would make me feel like … Continue reading I’ll follow you into the dark

But I like to keep some things to myself

keep art alive; art by georgia winchester My lifelong trick, which has taken a lifelong time to perfect, is the ability to appear completely cracked open, when I am actually a locked box of a secret self. They say that surviving a childhood of abuse, both emotional and sexual, causes one to be able to … Continue reading But I like to keep some things to myself

I just happen to like apples, and am not afraid of snakes

"And your trying to find a reason, why you have to leave. But, I know its cause you think you’re Adam, you think I’m Eve." Sometimes I forget how much Ani DiFranco’s music moves me. And then, here I am, as I stumble onto a song I may have never heard, or truly listened to (because there is a difference … Continue reading I just happen to like apples, and am not afraid of snakes

Indulging in my self-defeat

keep art alive; art by joshua petker The summer song. you know the kind, it sticks to your skin like humidity, like melted ice cream dripping down your fingers, like a lip-gloss kiss. The summer song is typically catchy, pop-music candy; low on lyrical significance, but high on addictive melodies. The chorus is key. Repetition … Continue reading Indulging in my self-defeat