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.
"Bad day, hon?" Cheryl asked as she was chopping carrots at the counter. Her husband, Harold, flopped at their small circular kitchen table. He sighed and put his head in his hands. His hair was thin and scattered over his fingers. It took a while for him to respond as if he was trying to... 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 →
When I becomes We, Illness becomes Wellness
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
Itchy Butt Manifesto
Original poetry by MahButtItches
If you had a mustard seed of faith, you could bend spoons?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDkAGkd4NLc This is a post from about 2 years ago. Thought I’d re-share in memory of Carl Jung who left this plane of existence 61 years ago today. Is it possible that "there is no spoon" and mustard seed mountains are the same truth? Remember how Jesus said, "if ye had but a mustard seed... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →