Allright. I guess I'll update this thing. Three entries in a month? That's a lot right? Not so much. Gratitude is my favorite feeling, because it's one that I never bothered to acknowledge before my sobriety. It's beyond just "I'm alive" today too. That's a great gift too, but sometimes I want more than being alive.
In the wake of such a massive love, such a magic drive to create, the longing stuffed me into its tight marsupial asshole and farted. The hood went up and my eyes sunk into little slits against the cold, stupid masses of New Yorkers. Life took shit after shit on me and I matched the donation almost every time.
Bridges to Tirabithia and I fell in love with her again
on the journey
from here to there.
Learning about stench of flesh alight in pleasure
and,
also,
her softness and fury.