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Frackled Love
Remembering the times we once never were... I can count the number of times you held me with love on one hand Gratitude exists, along with feeling undesired and the realization of what we once never were
Whatcha lookin at round face
I've come across some of my favorite old photos of myself, and today I finally went and bought a scanner (which happened to be on sale). Kids use to call me "round face" back in the day and before that I was mistaken for a boy more often than not. I can't help but crack up when I look at myself now and what how uncomfortable I was in my body. Totally worth it ;)
dejections of an almost never woman
~Stumbled upon this forgotten journal entry back in the winter of 2006. I believe I'm 20-21, living in a tiny tiny studio in Boystown~ Running my hands through my hair and almost pulling it out while sounds of frustration escape my mouth, I close m y eyes to escape the world. I fantasize about blowing my brains out. After pulling the trigger, my body/mind/spirit enter a state of ecstasy. I observe my brains blasted on the wall. I smile. For a brief moment everything disappears. Peace. My eyes open and I'm faced with reality all over again. I eat a piece of raspberry confection that only gives me about 13 seconds of gratification. I stare at the panda on the bottom left corner of the raspberry confection box, wishing he would take the bamboo out his mouth and give me some advice. I wait for a moment…nothing. Buddha sits next to my fish, Lucas Also (named after the late Lucas the snake) in front of a picture with two rainbow horses that I painted when I was nine. Buddha ju...
Taqasim for Omar
Been listening to Sir Richard Bishop lately, who is quite phenomenal in my opinion. One of my favorite songs is " Taqasim for Omar ," off the album Freak of Araby . While listening to the song, I needed to know more about this "Omar," formally known as Omar Khorshid . Curiosity only fueled this cat. This music puts me in a mood to let go and surrender my body to the power of movement. For the next few days my room will be turned into a magical belly dancing sanctuary. If you feel like dancing, do it.
