the blog

this - the blog - the writing - the space to go and shed skins / pseudo therapeutic space / wrong words welcome space / wrong perceptions right intentions space / right perceptions wrong intentions space

it is easy to want to say sorry to something that disturbs the status quo - in a way, this blog still panders to the status quo in a sense that it is out of the way and i still expunge details that could very well be major. and i resist sharing, i resist collaboration within it, i find it is my place that i get to create some of the rules within this parameter that i’ve agreed to. i have given up some of myself, my words and voice and essence, bestowing it onto the responsibility of a functioning squarespace template. and i think we all do this in all degrees, we can’t be without something, even sitting in a prison we build we are still with the walls, the floor, and air, all the memories and dialogues/scripts that play for us like a record, evolve, and morphing with the cells of our body

and i am going back home, i’m going back to florida

and i can see myself eating it, as if im a giant that is 8x the size of the state… i am a giant and i pinch the peninsula by its tail and i lift up to eat. i sit in the gulf of mexico and sink down into the water and lay my hair across, louisianna, mississippi, alabama, florida, georgia, and a little bit of hair swings itself to tennessee ..

oh ur actually a local -

and some people know i’m coming back now, and it’ll be interesting to see, interesting to sit and write this while i’m there.

and in my head is so much i’m deciding to leave out for my own sake, and for other’s recommendations… i guess it is a little collaborative in that regard