Nightmare.

“I had another nightmare.” “Its only a nightmare because he’s in it.” “Yeah, because I wake up without him.” “Why don’t you say something?” “Pride.” “You two were meant to be the leaders of a Pride, not to hold onto it.”

Check, Please.

If your love is conditional, please check yourself out of my home. If you can’t love me for where I am at currently, in my state of recovery, I can’t be bothered. If you come to me saying “I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine,” from here on out, I have to walk away….

Time Out.

To all those brilliant souls and minds who wish to collaborate and pull our creative forces together, I desire nothing more so than to work with you; however, I need to recoup first in my own way and fully recover amongst others in my tribe. Somewhere way far, North & West, where I have been…

Cue the 8-Ball.

“I can’t just sit around and play anymore. I can’t dilly-dally. I don’t even have much time to write in the coming month. I’d be able to fit it all in if I were as manic I was a month ago where 2 hours of sleep was all I needed, but now everything is slowing…

Soapography.

I spent the afternoon reintroducing myself to the art of soapmaking. I used to make extremely elaborate soaps akin to those psychedelic beads you’d see in hipster stores all across South Street. A little rusty, have to say….but it was still worth it. I made three different scented soaps from a glycerin base, adding in…

The Longest Unzipping of My Life.

She tempered his teeth spread out on her plate, dicing them into threes. His wisdom lay bare on his back succumbing to her pleas. She nestled within his windswept hair and shaved his beard that day. It wasn’t until she rolled in between his legs that she realized she liked it better that way. She…

No. Really. Making. Love.

Sometimes I stare at your picture and imagine making love. No. Really. Making. Love. With our bodies n souls intertwined as one pulse. With the blood of our viens seeping into each other’s hearts, bleeding. Raw. Real. Passionate. Pure. Love. I see sweat pouring from the corners of our minds, overflowing into Grails of Holy…

Fade.

“Remember that night in Tulum, sitting on the edge of the sea, with rolling waves crashing onto your feet as your eyes blurred the horizon between the stars and the reflection on the sea, melting into one as if a dream?” “Yes. It was akin to placing my head face-first into my pillow before sleep,…