sorry bunny

sorry bunny

Monday, December 31, 2012


Snowing and the crows are gathering

On fist on point
Fist knuckle
No blood only runes these days all secret magicians eat dust
Better make a baby before you get old
Even if babies are raw greens & your butt in the air
Baby in the aire

Oh the crows send genetic messaging
Much more fluid than this scramble

But oh I love to mush up my food and help my stomach out before it gets ta workin

Jesus. Please Thor. I would love some electricity.



Thursday, December 27, 2012

Write a tear from here

Kindergarten mouthful

Write a tear from here tear a feather drill from here
While the whisps get unfettered
Lie yer soul upon the weather
For a s'word is better
To be worn an armored sweater
Than fer a cold gallon march
To begin from wher'er it starts
And slops.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

26 1/2 Nur

I just don't grow up that much. This is the documentation of that.

Despite believing I am deformed. Despite acknowledging all social interaction under the guise of being some exception to the rules of Beauty, thus being accepted into physically normal social circles based on merit. Despite not knowing how much I gross other humans out (teeth snarl, face pinch, general lack of hygiene, not smelling well/knowing when things smell) . I am in love with myself.


What is the socio spiritual significance of blood, especially in ritual?

Is it really all smoke and mirrors?

Merry Christmas! I drink to the blood of Jesus Christ my Lord and Saviour.

Monday, December 24, 2012

De form

It is that I believe myself to be physically deformed, that I have trouble believing that anyone "normal " will never be able to see themselves in the same light, & thus I am grotesque
Only through some major body modification will I ever honestly feel free to be myself & inside my body

Friday, December 7, 2012


like this is my god

like this like that
it's like this it's like that

run heart

agitated depressed and the feeling of skin itchyness
mallowed grin turning swallows towards winter
a smart ass alack lacking smart ass plans

where did my family go? through which rabbit hole.. of sterness

i will visit david wolach i will try real hard
eat green eggs and ham
cat fights

Thursday, December 6, 2012

ache bay lady bones
ya zz gotta me down and dryin

in the alabaster fields of plantain
i go home a'cryin
not able to discern difference between
myself and a kiss

Sunday, December 2, 2012

love is a lake

Dear God,

I am sad today because I haven't gotten better and this thing called attachment stares me in the face. I am very happy. I deliver sweet smells and kisses to your doorstep. I don't remember love, but if Love was once forgetting who you are or how you began to feel a certain way, then Love is not real.
I am crying.
Love must be real, but Love must also be peace for it to be real. They are all attached arn't they? It seems.
It seems as if they are. But some of them are very good at hiding it. But I can't tell and I can't Clel and so I don't really know. Some fast Some things slow.

Dear Lord,

I love you so much and the way in which you put me on my path delights me so very much. I give myself the peace to be and do nothing. How much i love your silky ways. I love them. I love them all the same. I seek structure and not chaos. I seek healing. because the only thing stopping me is my pain and suffering. My fear. My hopes My loud lousy Mother's voice in the back of my head, "You messed up. You drank. You lost. You faded. You didn't do so well today. Try better." What do you know of me? You hear my thoughts but you forget I bleed and I love so well and I hug so hard and all I want to do is be alone inside myself bones dear ones that do not drop and keep form. Beloved form. Beloved lines. Beloved layers. All I need is to love you like my life depended on it.