Before I die, I'd like to steal a riding lawn mower and drive it through town wearing a highbeam on my head and holding a sword in one hand.

do line dry your clothes. you never know when that spider or wasp crawling over your unmentionables might be a desperate reincarnated lover.

I think some people get married, have kids, and adopt pets, just so they can have those individual family member stickers on their vehicles.

If you don't hate yourself a little, I do.

trying to remember how I got from, "holy fuck, I'm alive!" to, "shit. I still exist."

Show me everything. And wiggle it just a little?

I saw her in a state that was both complete rapture and an eternal need for it.

I love him so much, I almost want to get in touch with him.

I forget everything and remember things that never happened.

there are no mondays in the wilderness

I want to explore and know you so much more than these pitiful five senses will ever allow.

"The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause."
~Octavio Paz

Dogs scooting their butts across the sand floor of time.

He's the only one I've ever known who could give me a soulgasm without even touching me.

surely I'm not the only one around here that wants to quantum entangle with everything living and non.

send all nukes far into space. ignite as distress flares in hopes of being rescued by intelligent life

I'd forgotten how beautiful face to face communication can be.

how can you know or understand another without stepping outside of your own life experiences and perspectives?

"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final."
~Rainer Maria Rilke

impatient little void, isn't it?