Suddenly I was slipping Take charge tendencies Ignited in technicolor the steering wheel became fire
There’s something magical in the way music rearranges physics With the right song, you can exchange repressed reality for waking moments in a vivid and continuous dream. Purely unscientific, there’s a natural mystic, a trance-like toxin to sound The music is immense soul-altering, reality sculpting, time means nothing music grinds on its hands, sways in … Continue reading Song Series, Vol 1.
I want a weekend of smoke clouds, strong flesh, and lust Wild thoughts between young wild hearts And desire, that rampant fire roars deeper in the twenty-something gut With newness, nervousness, fear and hunger A hunger for all things now I want the weekend with desire, unplanned positions Sturdy knees and stronger flesh. Passions on … Continue reading Young Wild Hearts
In a culture of overconsumption where you're constantly the target of ads being slung at you like piss in prison, Minimalism seems to be the perfect antidote for quelling our consumptive urges. But is Minimalism a realistic end, or just a fantasy that grips our attention until we buy into the next best thing? The … Continue reading Is Minimalism Just Another Brand of Capitalism?
When you love You are uniquely vulnerable You lay claim to a man like A queen claims a nation You crave his flesh, his affection, his unyielding devotion Nothing quite prepares you for the moment he turns his back The moment he checks his watch He’s set time free — cutting the bounds You both … Continue reading Time Races Forward
There is nothing worse than hearing for weeks and weeks precisely how someone would like to fuck you then finding out they actually can't perform. A recent partner had this detailed fantasy about tasting me in the shower then fucking me on all fours from behind. The image was enticing. So I opted in, became … Continue reading Penis Problems
I eat lots of fruit but my soul is still bitter