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Sometimes I want to be a writer. I wake up. And I want to be a writer. I go to bed. And I want to be a writer. And I THINK about writing. And I LAMENT about writing. And then… in moments that can only be described as creative dramatics of the highest novella degree… I remember.
May 10, 2022
You can sit around, for a lifetime really. Waiting for inspiration. Waiting for art and people and life to inspire you… Or you can become a living evocation OF inspiration itself.
May 6, 2022
Listening to Leon Bridges {obvi}. And it dropped me into the flow of it all. Into what our peeps want from us. What the magic craves for us. What soul beseeches of us. The wild, erotic, messiness of it all.
May 5, 2022
I’m not talking about the things you kinda, sorta have a pulse on. The things you want only because you think you NEED to want them, in order to experience what you ACTUALLY want. Nah.
May 4, 2022
The vision. The desire… The TRUTH of what you already know is FOR you because it is born OF you. You are not here to play into the constructs and misbeliefs that you have imprinted upon.
May 3, 2022
This is an invitation to surrender. A portal to undress the madness and magic inside. To lay yourself bare upon the altar of your everything.
May 1, 2022
February 26, 2022
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