Y0VTH FVLL 0F R3CKL3SS F1R3 WH1CH...

youth full of reckless fire which 
ain’t afraid to burn bright (but 
those moments leave telltale scars) 

B31NG T00 4TT4CH3D T0 Y0VR...

being too attached to your

destination can lead to

headfirst through windshield feelings

SONG OF THE DAY: Black Bodies & Bullet Wounds

A day full of mind worries, all the while knowing my mind worries are less than other folks’. I hope you don’t have any fresh wounds, and whatever scars you have are healing. I hope no infection is still inside. I hope you are safe, and if so, I hope you are well. Rather than feel hopeless, I’m sowing hopes like these. It bears slowly exponential fruit, in that it’s hardly there, but as we keep sowing this shit, it starts to grow in that way, and all of a sudden despite how all fucked everything might be, we’re overflowing with an ability to be like “fuck it, just gonna do this shit anyways”.

H1ST0R13S H1DD3N 1NS1D3...

histories hidden inside

our hands' cracks, callouses, scars,

and natural crevices

boxcutter scars and homemade 

ahnk pointing finger tattoo, 

hand outstretched like “what up, y’all?”

failure demons haunt these hands -

impossible for them to

do what mind feels must be done

studying google earth map

quarry scars, attempting to

see mineral soul from space

r a v e k

"I am a writer, or I
am nothing," says harry crews -
scribbled down to remember

t r k a m

old men say scars are the road
map of our lives; of course, they
just sit in front of the store

k n i f c

two-inch scar on my left ribs
where a serrated steak knife
settled a loud argument

Friday Love/Hate

Hate self-defeating habits, potential blindsided by lack of conditioning, lack of mental stamina. All the potential in the world but too many question marks when it comes to character. Am I tough enough for the shit I'm supposed to do, or am I making up my destiny when it has nothing to do with me? Feel like I got my stars crossed sometimes, but can't even compare the map from back then when I felt it to right now because the light pollution got me stuck in the buzz and hum, the buzz and hum, buzzes and humming swerves. Hate the destiny I know should be there, hate the fact I ain't chopped enough of the brush back far enough long on it yet. Wondering what the hell is wrong with me, will I ever wake up, am I made of asleep DNA, or conditioned that way, or what the fuck is going on. Hate it.

Love rebirth. There's always rebirth, regeneration. Wounds become scars and if you put the right amount of energetic pressure against it, even the scars will break up. Needing some rebirth, some refueling. Not feeling much of anything that's swirling around me most of the time, probably because a lot of it is cloaked in that buzz and hum, dulling down the natural aura. Where's Reverse Tesla with a reverse coil to counteract all these inequal but opposite as fuck actions that are unseen but not unfelt?

f i r a h

used a clothes hanger to burn
a smiley face on my leg
once; the scar's still visible

k n i f a

stabbing for blood, nothing but

scars remain – a puffed tissue

roadmap of where I’ve done gone