"a noose by any other name still kills"
Thursday, March 18
Wednesday, March 17
Tuesday, March 16
day 53
untitled
it's been a while
have skipped a number of days
lost in thoughts and idle movements
finally home again
6 fingered
and donning cubic hair
Thursday, March 11
updates
Wednesday, March 10
Woman to Woman
as part of this year's International Women's Day (IWD), i started the "Woman to Woman Project".
this project involves the fun business of stickers and the simple task of sharing a simple message passed from one woman to another.
"I think you're Beautiful"
give it to women, anywhere and everywhere
from friends to random strangers
to share the message of woman strength and beauty
and how it can be found in every woman
and especially in ourselves
you can download and print the stickers from here
Thursday, February 25
torn
you tore my lips
with but your gaze
and now bitter blood
escapes my wound
with words i vowed
my lips won't utter
now it all sputters
onto your face
my blood and words of bitter
Sunday, February 21
Saturday, February 20
upon a purple sunset. conversation
i am alone
so am i
but you have so many friends around you. you have a lovely man who loves you
but I still feel alone
but you have them. i don’t have anybody. no friends. no lover. no body
i have all of them, but i still feel alone
you have no right to feel alone. you have them
i know. but yes, i feel alone
i am truly alone
me too
Thursday, February 18
Wednesday, February 17
Unraveled
It was crowded, yet again. I looked up and saw her. She was standing right in front of me, her face beaming as brightly as the plastic orange seat I was sitting on. She smiled; I turned away, casting my face downwards, pretending to sleep. Lying through the pretense of my slumber – I was getting good at it. Besides, I knew that she was not as old as she looked, and that despite appearances, my body was more tired than hers: I had been working the whole day. Tiredness and age are not proportionate variables, this much I knew. I looked up briefly and soaked in what I could see of her. It was always my belief that one should always know the faces of the ones they love, hate, are betraying, hurting, mocking, or killing: ownership. She looked like a dozen carnations popping out of a block of cement: the sturdiness of her body, erased by the aura of colors and fragrance of flowers. She was like a memory. I could also see the density of grays that peeked out of her hand-woven sun-hat. Her hair was beautifully bun up with intricate braids that ran along both sides of her oblong head. I sliced my eyes open from my fake slumber again and saw blurry hands, viciously in motion: like a murmur on steroids. She was knitting something. Orange .
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Monday, February 15
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inversions
sometimes it's nice to see things the other way round. talking to the back of someone's head instead of their face - you get to avoid unnecessary changing facial expressions. brushing your teeth - still with a toothbrush - but with a different hand, so as to enjoy the awkwardness of the experience. i remember reading somewhere that doing things differently, even simple things like the using a different hand to brush your teeth, or closing your eyes when in the shower, helps prevent memory loss in old age. that is certainly a good thing now, isn't it.
inversions. to be inverted. or to invert. inside-out. flip. flops. just don't drop.
Sunday, February 14
day 45
"February 14"
finally updated with art-a-day
o what beauty it is
the efficiency of well-oiled machines
with the willingness of flesh
perked
productivity
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