Who wrote your dictionary? Full post

Y'all haven't watched enough Jurassic Park, and it shows. What did we learn? Can man control life? Can man play god? What happens when man plays god? If we make a quick swap between dinos and viruses, I'm feeling like my weird low-key obsession with Michael Crichton and Jeff Goldblum is coming in pretty damn... Continue Reading →

I Rose, I Roared

I Rose, I Roared   I am the rose of the universe A destiny of putting her songs to verse I am a bloom and she the stem Her roots feed the beauty I am within   I swirl and twirl in this reality Unfurling the beauty you reflect in me The lies and the... Continue Reading →

Lambchopalypse

Of the infinite, I am ignorant It’s not for me to say, I’m just unsure if their definitions Are all that different anyway   What can never begin And goes on without end Is something too unknown For my mind to comprehend   Tho time is limited, I stay ignorant I trade my moments Like... Continue Reading →

Hey Siri, what’s passive-aggressive?

"Is everything all right?” You ask, hoping for a yes, or maybe not. Reality is created on the letters spoken, and the spaces of the ones I think are true. And while I’m so busy assuming, I can’t possibly tell you, the worlds of words that live inside my head too.  And from another place,... Continue Reading →

Cleanup in Aisle 7

I keep looking for the way Instead of living the way You can’t swim in a textbook But can’t some words fan a flame?   In truth, these words are limited It’s gone like a whisper What makes sense one second Goes out in the next breath   It’s like catching a greased pig in... Continue Reading →

O.M.I.B – Gravity

For the first time in, I don’t even know how long, I’m writing how I used to.  I’m in my bathrobe, my hair is soaking wet, and I’m listening to Maynard.  None of this is relevant, except maybe that I’m listening to Thirteenth Step album by APC. “What goes up, must come down” popped in... Continue Reading →

…Or Maybe?

Black and white thinking has always been the bane of my existence.  Ascribe it to whatever alphabet soup you'd like, but it's been problematic for me as long as I've been able to cognitively recognize words in my brain.  It's not so much that I am so black and white, but I catastrophize (Is that... Continue Reading →

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