Two concepts right now are something like I am nobody and nobody can be anybody. Ram Dass lovingly states we're all God in Drag and Watts giggles God is a Joker. That's a gross oversimplification, but not really. The entire concept of me - isn't really me. As a matter of fact, I'd go so... Continue Reading →
What is the gift of psychosis? (You can substitute psychosis with any word of your choosing) Seems an odd question and likely answerable with "none". Except, that's reductive and untrue. Any and everything can be a blessing or curse, tool or weapon, lead or gold. It's a spectrum far more than a binary. I would say everything is a blessing and a curse, a tool and a weapon, lead and gold. In fact, they are one in the same with the spectrum of choice lying within us, and our perspective can be a filter and a north star. To be honest, I'm not sure which lie I mean, and why it's not both.
“Phil…listen. I’m sorry. I am truly sorry about all of this.” Murray sighed, leaning over the wooden table. Phillip glared back at him, his manacles jangling as he settled in his chair. His dark hair was damp and sweaty, the air was stifling. His face was beet red with anger, but his eyes showed all... Continue Reading →
I find what I lose most is my mind. It's fine, but leads me to inquire: I see the world; the world sees me Me, I think, flips so easily to we We tell me what I ought to be I lose days to "what is wrong with me?" No mind, we can seek what... Continue Reading →
"The sky is falling the sky is falling!!" Chicken Little screamed "Fuck." Ralph cursed as the screens began flooding with breach notifications and error codes. "Goddammit Bernie, it's every five minutes with this shit today!" Ralph began furiously punching buttons and initiating reboot sequences in the critical and red zones. "You have one fucking job!"... Continue Reading →
We're about... 2.5ish months into recovery from the latest psychotic break. Although, that word has so many connotations as to render it relatively meaningless if you think about it. But there was a question in the Psychosis Recovery group that made me think, and I thought I may as well share my thoughts. How do... Continue Reading →
(Trying to actually take time and write about music because it makes me happy...omg whatta notion) Let's go: yesterday was Cris Hodges - Black Hole Magic (epic. Fucking LOVE it), Pistols AtDawn - Ascension (also a newer release, charting and is absolutely kicking ass), and Nothing More's - Spirits. I want to start with Nothing... Continue Reading →
TL;DR: Take your Self extremely seriously and make fun of your problems. Because a person is never the problem, people can be fucking dumb. Lots of people doing nothing and asking why someone didn’t say or do something is a BIG FUCKING PROBLEM. Stop taking dumb shit seriously, and stop being dumb about serious shit. Now take a minute, harness your attention span, and learn some more
Sterilize --Spoken Word on TikTok Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens... Continue Reading →
I’ve been in a funk lately. There was 0 creativity, 0 writing (except for endless pages of journals) and 100% feeling stuck, disconnected, uninspired. I’ve been thinking about how happy I was writing years ago and how…not happy that it’s been for years and years. I’ve been wondering if I’m just…a facade. This fake, hollow,... Continue Reading →
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