i refuse to write about what i saw
i refuse to write about what i saw
i refuse to write about what i saw
i refuse to write about what i saw

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is a mason jar glass filled to the brim with hot water, steeping sun-soaked lemon balm leaves from the garden, growing on the dirt where i sleep.

happy first 75 degree day of the season, asheville.

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Spring is a time of fermentation, where the decay and rot start releasing its gases and producing something new, bubbly, and dynamic. People talk about haircuts, vegetables and raw material, and walking in green bushes. I talk about breaking sugar bonds and smell of souring air ( Read more... )

Somedays you feel like waking up at dawn to see the sunrise, because you know that something inside of ourself is clawing out to visually experience the change within occurring in yourself ( Read more... )

i just bought art supplies for myself for the first time since august 2008

i don't know what this means...i think it means i am starting to listen to everyone's advice...


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i don't feel like leaving my room today
but i probably will.

in short, i've known for about 5 years that my life and the lives of so many had been a lie and product of invisible eyes, but yesterday it all came crashing down on me (again).

i think i crossed some sort of threshold.

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