The beauty in the deep is that it may seem so step,
until that virgin step.
Yet one carries two, and two produces three, until you are up to your knee.
Embrace the fall down to your feet;
remind yourself that it is natural, too.
All your tears and fears are just as sweet as those that lie between.
Mold your hands into fists
and grope for some unique meaning.
The Vision is there, though it’s as clear as air.
You simply must keep screaming.
All the while remembering:
the head does not lead the heart to the final destination.
…I am in full swing of a mid-life at 22.
I am constantly drunk off cheap wine.
I shave my legs with a rusty razor.
No one but my cat keeps my bed warm at night.
I haven’t done laundry in over a month
- or worn clean underwear.
My job…. is mediocre.
And I chain smoke.
So fucking what?
I am recklessly happy.
Heaven is gonna burn your eyes.
Making incest OK.
Introductions always seem like some kind of tacky pick up line.
I like the following things;
-self-sex, drunk sex, and same sex marriages.
-the only drug I should be taking consistently is Xanax.
My pussy cat:
-her name is Dinah.
-real books, not this new Kindle bull shit.
I indulge in too many cigarettes. Supposedly they will kill you, and so will life.