“Well, how do you folks defecate?” “Through our skin.” “Oh.” “Yes, so you can see why we might wish to, uh, heh-heh.” ❤️

Are you happy nowmy saintly eye? Are youblessed with the dawnthat wakes you throughthe sharp fly-wingedblinds that banish lightbut little carrythe box of fire oncepromised your youth?Should we trek thatnarrow stereoscopiccanyon wherein splitsa layered cake of fossilof life time nixedinto the receding splaysof history's page,

Bennington: "When someone falls, what do you do?" Audience: "Pick him up!" -- Chester Bennington of Linkin Park "Try to be a rainbow in someone else's cloud." -- Maya Angelou "The future is meant for those who are willing to let go of the worst parts of the past." -- Corey Taylor of Slipknot "But if there's love, dear... those are the ties that bind, and you'll have a family in your heart, forever. All my love to you, poppet, you're going to be all right..." -- Mrs. Doubtfire, Mrs. Doubtfire…

I've waited all week to spit into a can. I'm secretly a deer and it's my time to run away. The circle of evil breaks this night. Bear attack! All my self-assurance has spread at an alarming rate and I think it's time to rein it in a bit. What? No board meeting for me; Iiiiii've got a date! I'm sorry, but if my dog can't come there's really no means for me to travel. Actually, could you? You may not remember but I died by choking on a Cheez-It. ❤️

What a rebel, calling peace antidoteand poem testamentof all days and nights that follow usinto obscurity, anonymity, the maskundone, and behind it frailmystic menace shot with fright.What a bone to pick with you,lonely dancer of the songchanted in terse, voluptuous terrorthat might’ve carried with its bellclinging to the clang and cuckooa simpler tale of the tattling heartthan the memory steeped in tolls ofancient dying feeding on starlightlove. How wilted the shock-borrowedmarrow and barrels of talk. It is…

Negative thoughts are often a silent alarm (or a fire alarm, depending) that something in me requires attention. The inclination of the human in me is, perhaps, to pay attention with dominance, the desire to quell the alarm with a firm response. Seems the route most efficient to ending the problem, which appear to be the thoughts themselves. Except it isn't, and they aren't. The problem is more often imbedded within the thoughts or behind them. Abstractions like fear or anger displaced outward and repackaged in the tasks with which we busy ourselves on the routine.

In The Pursuit of Happiness the protagonist (I forget his name…Will Smith) says it made him wonder, how Thomas Jefferson knew to pen the idea on the constitution that happiness was a thing to pursue as though something never really attained, but chased. Something like that. I think the other side of the coin is believing that happiness is a thing chosen to live in the moment. I think both are true. I think a part of the reason I become restless at sitting still is the feeling that there's something else to see, to explore, to experience, even though what I'm experiencing in the moment is often quite lovely.

(Jetpack often glitches on the daily prompt section, so I wrote this before I realized it was an old prompt. That said, it's a good one, so here's a new response for you.) 🙂 I imagine it seems funny to watch, and an unoriginal answer though it may be, I must admit the truth: meditation—simply sitting still, closing your eyes, and breathing for a moment—really does bring me joy. Like, a wide-silly-smile-on-my-face-that-often-spills-over-into-funny-little-giggles kind of joy. Nowadays it takes less than a minute, if not seconds. It didn’t used to, though. For a long time there were so many things going on in me trying to cram their way into my frame of attention.

"The city lights faltered in their blaze when compared to the teetotum's sheen," one amongst the forty-seven witnesses attending the rooftop bar that night would later testify to a room full of reporters from local to international the story of the "Unbending Top," as mainstream social media consensus dubbed the object, which had obviously been planted, though not as a joke, it became soon evident, and by whom or what organization, that proved less evident still, for in the strange, long years that followed, nothing truly came of observing the shiny mirror-paned top of perpetual revolution except a quiet fascination that pulled onlookers into a dreamy, wild-eyed solitude of the self so seemlessly without effort that one felt at once sick and free.

A lo-fi, unpretentious, aching-love-sound that feels like a rainy mid-late November overcast, slightly foggy, slightly misty, chill afternoon in the moors of England, severed from most all civilization for at least half a day’s travel by foot—the sole method of transport to and from that area, unless you want to draw a carriage, but the horses have migrated south to spend these cooler months in Spain for orchard grazing, a pleasant vacation from the other eight carriage-drawing months of the year, seven should parliament get their act together—ahem—cuddled up in bed with a gentle lover watching the rain outside, listening to it rapt against the window panes as you speak softly to each other about how at peace you are and how far each of you has come out of the darkness, and that you don’t need to know how long this peace will last, only that it’s here now and you are so lucky, so blessed, so glad to spend it with you, the long marathon across time and space paused, if for just a day, to allow both of you a moment to breathe, to breathe each other, to breathe freedom and all sanctuary that extends from it. 

One of love, and adventure, and glee. The fanciful flights of fancy that take me places more kindred in spirit than I could ever imagine prior, with the heart of me beating all around and the heart of a friend beside me through whatever part of my story they wish to share as their story and ours all at once. I wish to make people laugh and remember their strength, and to help people find themselves and to remember it was always there.

🍎🥭🍌🫐🍈 In order of appearance: Apples: Team Honeycrisp. Mangos: The fruit of the gods, even with the mouth. Banana: The name most fun to play with should your tongue and ears require immediate amusement. Blackberries: The above emoji depicts blueberries, which only serves as further evidence that Big Blueberry has such a monopolistic stranglehold in our political system that blackberries don't even have representation as their own pictogram on any of the mainstream operating systems that permeate our world.

I release this in love, clarity, and truth. May it reach those who are ready. May it awaken what is meant to be awakened. May it serve the highest good.

I release this in love, clarity, and truth. May it reach those who are ready. May it awaken what is meant to be awakened. May it serve the highest good.

I personally think it might be some of my best work to date--please enjoy!!