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lovers & monsters

i want a life infused with expression. i want to be surrounded by creation and creators.
spark.
ignite.
all-consuming and consumed.

"Art is the act of admitting that often before us are monsters and lovers."

define freedom

youonlygetoneyouonlygetoneyouonlygetoneyouonlyget
one.

freedom sounds like a lack of alarm.
it sounds like the first of three days of
rain outside this window
which i may
or may not
be here
to hear.
It sounds like the promise of pages
(they have been so patient)
(you have all been so patient)
And freedom is only a matter of time.

There is enough room in freedom to wiggle-
to curl your toes around its edges
and to feel the give.
There is room enough in freedom to make a choice to stay
(it is a matter of choice when there's nothing new to say)
There is room enough in freedom to walk away
(but freedom does not run, because it is not afraid)

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bliss

You know what I want to do today? I want to sit around and talk about how odd human experience is. And laugh. And come to conclusions. And write them down. Maybe illustrate. I want to read trashy magazines and drink coffee til midnight. That is what I want to do today.