(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 →
I served you my heart Why did you accept Knowing full well You’re a fucking vegetarian?! Poetry by Yours Truly
With wine and words, you drew me in Playing songs that stole air from the sky Your eyes undressed my soul, I became yours to devour My lips, you took first, in nibbles and nips My tongue was your pleasure, as long as it licked When it wagged too grandly, you chewed it down My... 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
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 →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbBHR_CD56M This is how I'm living in NV not PA. It's how I'm no longer working and I'm a SAHM like I always wanted to be. It's how I'm no longer an alphabet soup of diagnoses bouncing from mental hospitals and taking anywhere from 5-15 medications simultaneously. The mind is a marvelous servant, but a... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/Om30_q1fhl4 Spoken word poem written by yours truly.
When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What is the space between... Continue Reading →
When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses
Mah Butt Itches 