I’m just like realizing things
I’m on mushrooms in chinatown house sitting with K // i’m 24 today and i’m mostly orange now / I moved to new york to find control but keep repeating the soft succession of flowery notes / in this dying city i am good at repetitions _ kissing the soft earth _ trying to be capable of loving / all people and all things always / capable of nothing _Learning to forgive myself / be at peace with my pain / in this way _i have lost my tongue / everything good is an animal – where does a body go without guilt – it is dangerous to be in love and be poor. My body estranged – guilt for existing – this poem has no order – survival – i will do as i please – repeat the succession of suffering until you suffer correctly – Being fucked by the moon i created a new rebirth – my horoscope tells me not only to grow new leaves but to plant new trees – cut me out of me – O lover i want to be fixed – O new life of rebirth – may the winds carry my name into the wild oats of the poisonous hollow – i gut my body of the heavens – psalm of my wilderness – i mean i just wanted to be a normal gir_l in my ivory tower brushing my horsehair with my diamond encrusted fine tooth comb i meannn come on _ swallowing K’s hair in a nu romance i feel my problems begin to dissipate – holiness meet me halfway – for i am only a sinner in my sanity practice – I carry nothing yet still, there is light. Through this light I have my light. No longer bound by my skin – a semantic gesture // in search of a new language that covets the silence_ creating rituals leading leading to nowhere – an orange fire blows thru the trees – a flame a difficult situation – the wind – this god is a slow recovery _ no bullshit > no milk ? a serious baptism _ continuity / process assimilation _ become everything
Miley rebrand
Horses in the wind
Sand on the beach
Malibu on my mind
