The hydra is finished I modify my appearance with important events. I celebrated my driver's license with getting my cartilages pierced (and literally starting to date the dude who would become the father of the girl represented by my left shoulder) A tattoo goes on to mark something for me. (Literally, no shit Sherlock) Figuratively,... Continue Reading →
Poetry by Mahbuttitches
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
Pulled a quick Jim Carrey, no biggie. In the process of creating the life I want. Whatever that means. I can't put it in words, it's not really about materials. I'm not my house, I'm not my clothes. I'm just a persona wandering around to see what I can learn. Apparently random disappearances from the... Continue Reading →
When I started writing, I wrote pieces focused on celebrity body parts in relation to life. I have missed writing about things like being leaky colons and constipated assholes, so I thought I’d come back to an old style. Today, I am focusing on a vagina. Dating articles make me generally homicidal: especially when I... Continue Reading →
I thought I was sleeping, but you were there You spoke to me without moving your lips You came inside of me, like an old coat You read me as easily as looking glass I thought myself strong and fierce Yet you found the strings and made me a puppet So I danced to your... Continue Reading →
Dear ____, I did not miss you yesterday, and I do not miss you today. A song came on that I knew you would love, and that thought popped in my mind. My emotions said, "I wish you were here to hear it." I took a breath, and exhaled reality: "I don't need you to... Continue Reading →
The Universe Herself seems to be beating me about the head to write. So, here I am. Last night, I watched this video where Joe Polish beautifully, eloquently, and genius-ly speaks about his addictions. You know how, when you buy a new car, you suddenly see your car everywhere, but before you had never noticed it? Or,... Continue Reading →
Dear ____, Most days I do not know what I wish for most – that I never met you, or that I could steal my heart back from the icicles you call fingers. Your smile melted me into a pool of yes, despite my brain screaming no. For all the lies I have told myself,... Continue Reading →
Dear ____, I lit some incense last night, and I thought of you. I remembered how, in our early days, we would go shopping for incense and candles together. At the time, it did not seem like anything interesting or special. It was just something we had in common. How many times did we snuggle... Continue Reading →
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