i just awoke from a dream about you–i was walking with phyllis owens and we were talking about you and grieving your passing…frivolously, i noted how good we all still look on social media–you, with all your crafted selfies, might have appreciated the moment…upon awakening i turned from my bed […]
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your eyes entrance, ensnare, and inspire, conjuring waves of ecstatic passion that rise up ever higher…your body is a talisman, a sacred interstellar vessel, and an erotic fire–your images sync with my lyrics allowing our reality to amp up and rewire…sex is so potent, so visceral, and so elemental–you transfix […]
there is subterranean strength in your body and volcanic energy in your mind–this is a seismic cosmic moment when everything that happens is a sacred sign…we craft an epitaph for this system etched in rage, blood, and pride–i give in to my higher power and seek a creative serenity deep […]
i have tried to cry for days, just feeling that grief is the right feeling to feel–emotive songs have helped me choke up for protracted moments, but again and again the feelings pass and my mind clears…i wonder why i am not more ground down by this–why i am not […]
in your eyes is placed a power greater than all of their hoarded gold–your eyes are wormholes to a future of humility and grace so deeply rooted that its seeds will grow…we build power and resilience to feed the richness of our souls–we have so many toxic patterns and toxic […]
limbs extend, attenuate, and bend–the scars of guilt and shame are healed yet again…we celebrate life and the powers arising from deep within–we are a sex positive armada and our epic style is heaven sent…this is an alien ballet pregnant with cosmic insight–our bodies contort in alignment with our higher […]