darling

twenty, twelve.

copycat year of anticipated doom I will undo you into your rightful parts and I will force you to live in the real blinded by nothing awake to yourself and the truths you have shrouded for decades

twenty, twelve
I'm done with your simulacra bullshit
untwin your twins 
own your art
revel in your insanity

EVERYTHING IS REAL/ IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN

self-defined obsessionist

If it were not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago 

-Yayoi Kusama

 82, self-admitted into a mental hospital where she still resides & works 

animal that therefore I can't help but be

amidst the madness and stress bombs bulldozing through me every work-day, one phrase is resonating:

Nothingness may well have been more convenient 


Emil Cioran is right, nothingness is more convenient, probably. But this last week has thrown me back on the toiling brain-path and its steep and the rewards aren't physical and much less often monetary but the rewards are gifts to the mind, progressions of a personal sort that for me in this brain in this life I fight for and devour and keep on going, creating, climbing-

It is work and it is hard and it is good.

The Monarchy

Along their migratory routes, monarch butterflies stay nights in certain trees. The "butterfly trees," as they are called, are carefully chosen-- although the criteria exercised in their selection are not known. Species is unimportant, obviously, for at one stopover the roosting tree may be a eucalyptus, at another a cedar or an elm. But, and this is what is interesting, they are always the same trees. Year after year, whether moving south or returning north, monarchs will paper with their myriad wings at twilight a single tree that has served as a monarch motel a thousand times before. 


Memory? If so, it is genetic. For you see, the butterflies who journey south are not the ones who come back. 


- Tom Robbins, from Another Roadside Attraction 

sugar is poison!

I have this theory that attention deficit disorder cases have spiked because of bad breakfast.

Think about poptarts: sugar.
Think about frosted flakes: sugar.
Think about juice boxes: sugar.

Sugar! Kids don't need sugar! They have enormous amounts of energy anyways, why pump them with artificial shit? Thats why they get hyper as fuck then crash and can't focus and feel empty and grumpy. Sugar!

Anyways, my theory was confirmed by this man, Robert H. Lustig, who claims sugar is making us sick. Check him out here x

the pack, the us, the not-you

in our world its red headscarf week

another hungover saturday in raincity

and I'm dreaming of somewhere 

a little farther away

a bit warmer 

&

a bit older

florence florence florence

I'll come back to visit you soon