It feels like I’m going to be stuck here forever. It feels like if I really want to get out of this living situation, I will need to accept living in a vehicle. Not because I don’t have money or a modest monthly benefit, but because it isn’t enough. This is the theme that is … Continue reading Collective Clearing
Stigma. Stigma is weird isn’t it? It’s the implied narrative. It’s the word we grab and use to explain why some people are disenfranchised. It’s the explanatory fallacy. It’s the supposed excuse for why “society” discriminates against people who are suffering psychic wounding or other forms of neurodivergence poorly. Disenfranchised. There’s a word, huh. Discriminate. … Continue reading On Stigma and Carrots
What happens when you are rejected because you’re not like everyone else and you know that to be the dumbest thing ever because clearly no one is like anyone else? It’s been a hard week. I don’t really want to leave the apartment. It’s hard to fight the guilt of kiddo not being able to … Continue reading To Be and then some
Once upon a time there was a magical Kingdom full of beings that loved to watch the dawning of new collaborations, art spilled across the sky in colors that had not previously gone together, bled into shapes and settings and depths that create sound and ambience and might too unique not to feel. So many … Continue reading The Story Continues
In the land of anything goes… what was it Fifty Cent said, get rich or die tryin? Maybe there’s another way? A sense that the time and money mix isn’t quite what it’s cracked up to be stirs between the narrow bands in the sidewalk, where dandelions sprout. Portal keepers, time travellers, wisdom holders, ancestral … Continue reading The Rewritten Script
We’re on the human timeline again. It’s a good one, the only one, actually, that can be good but it’s also one that brings with it the difficulty of dealing with those who are running some kind of nightmare program. They’re running away from fears and potentials because on the human timeline, there are real … Continue reading Fractal Metaphor
Can I tell you a story about my dad? When I get scared, I like to talk about my dad. My body is calming down now from releasing ten gallons of adrenaline because it doesn’t have a regulator, a carburetor that mixes the fuel just right. I practice. I retrain. But as for now, this … Continue reading Dad Out
They’ve forced me to become an American. An apple with enough sugar to kill ya. Drink the koolaid. Drink it or die before we tell ya to. Drink the koolaid, watch the programs and stay far far away from people. Go to work. Go to school. But you’re too weird. Stay home. Get on your … Continue reading AS IF II
Oh where is my consciousness, lost in a stream somewhere, a land before time. Float with me awhile, down that lazy, hazy river of thought trying to come to grips with its inability to deed. Writing is that strange act of sharing authorship of an idea with a reader. You read it just as if … Continue reading AS IF: Ode to the Gonz
What if we were considered a delight what if people thought we were a rare flower that only bloomed twice in a hundred years but when it did it produced seed and nourishment and beauty so enriching...it was enough for a thousand years Would you have the faintest idea how to care for such a … Continue reading Ode to Delight
