Are you okay but the question comes at you from a distance, time-lagged down a tunnel in a language you remember you used to know...
Tag: poem
We tend to inertia.
We tend to inertia, a curious feature in a species so dedicated to evolution; personal and political, spiritual and sociological...
An old poem.
mild trigger warning - some references to self-harm I'm working on my autobiography. I've finished it, in that I've written something that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I'm now starting on the edits and it's proving to be a challenge. All flashbacks and ugly feelings and acting out when I'm done. I …
benefits
"when we fucked for the first time it was glorious though i still can’t decide, upon reflection, whether it was the execution or the alcohol..."
there’s a hole in my bucket
"there's a hold in my particular bucket that can't be filled with mud or straw, though that would be a handy solution..."
