Can I give from this heart and can you accept? Can I give and receive equally? Can we share every part of our hearts with each other without flinching and without trying to own certain parts? Can I feel the wildness and freedom of your heart without trying to take it as a captive of… Read More Giving unconditional love and expecting nothing in return, is hard
As soon as your born they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all, ’til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, a working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, they hate you if your clever… Read More What happens when you resist the path your soul was meant to walk?
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath,… Read More Write like a Death Row Inmate
Beer beer beer acceptable drug, merriment, tradition, special occasion drug, accepted drug, encouraged drug, masculinity drug, intimacy drug, mating drug debauchery drug, silly goofy, child-like joy drug hangover shame drug, writhing in bed, rocks in my head dried vomit sheets drug peak and trough drug, courage and confusion, blissful oblivion, shrinking bubble of perception, rounding… Read More An Ode to my first love (deadliest drug in Western Civilization)
How about a positive LSD story? Wouldn’t that be news-worthy, just the once? To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition and lies? I think it would be news-worthy. ‘Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all… Read More 1 gram to enlightenment
I have an easier time writing late at night. All of my diversion tactics and modes of procrastination to avoid writing have been exhausted by this point in the night. Over the course of the day, all the non-essential ideas and abstract stressors have been siphoned out of my head through one medium or another. I begin the… Read More On the Shortness of Ego