i no longer am willing to care about it i will dance and sing, fuckin scream, paint and dicuss all the things and in all the ways i must to live embracing a peace from within.
this is an ode to all the internet photos which make yer ma's proud. because i just found this one, and well.. drugssex&rocknroll.
the sounds of rain while laying in bed visiting with an old soul whom i miss kickin back with some laughs taking photos of my outrageous buddies creating something with my hands
..celebrating someone with my hands.
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reoccurring episodic dreams: teeth, being pulled out or spat out what's up with that? maybe i'm in hela (HELA) denial of self-