Still writing prettty sporadically, and it doesn't truly help but its something to do and it puts my tangly brain in its place, if only momentarily.
This is just about my favorite thing to do with my time:
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Twenty-SixI fell for you in chaos and creativity, Sometimes outright stupidity but always feeling, InstinctuallyTwenty-Six
Curse my lack of fur,
this sticky skin, clumsy hide, constantly
seeking warmth.


Of corpse.Well you outta know that my kisses taste like dirt. There's no coffin to protect me from this earth. And the grass that grows above me,Of corpse.
well its green, and its lovely, but i can feel its roots pokin' through my shirt.
I can still feel the knife that's in my chest, and its blade glows in the gloom around my breast. All the blood that you once loved has all seeped into the mud and the maggots are working on my flesh.
Well you outta know that I dug my own grave a little bit by bit a little deeper every day. They wanna dig up all my bones, take 'em out


TernuraI've got more longing in my chest than a lover can quite hold So I guess that's why I'm next to yours, Lettin' all my tenderness unfold.Ternura
All the sorrow ain't in those dark eyes,
Or even in your bones I can feel it growing through my hands, as your short, soft hair is forced to curve.
And we've got a lot of reasons and we know this won't work out but all the wont's and all the reasons
aren't enough to make it stop
And we know this is repetitive,
every story that we tell, but sometimes you just want someone warm and these words are
Sapo
Tom
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Just published!
An 80 page, 12" X 12" hard cover book of my fractals and a 40 page, 7" X 7" hard and soft cover book of my fractals. [link]
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