i’d rather be bored than busy. — die on empty. live a life i don’t need a vacation from. everyday is saturday. love life. there’s a really macbooks are polished and not shiny. the best things in life (people included) don’t need to shine to be loved or deemed worthy. everyday is a new adventure. money is…

Rishikesh, India : July ‘22 Is this the proper medium to begin writing? I guess we’ll find out. Again. In India, this time Rishikesh in the ashram. I sweat pools of sin chanting the Gayatri mantra 108 times, throwing herbs filled with intention in the fire. An ode to release…

Paris, France 06/07/22 Les Deux Margots The fantasy self skate boards through the bouroughs of Manhattan with a spiky pink haired Evan Mock. She drinks tequila straight and does lines off the tits of hot girls. She plays Entre dos Aguas on guitar effortlessly in Spanish bars with an unlit…

There’s an I in Community — I haven’t written a vented piece in awhile mostly because I have been more busy with creating a space in real life for people to find community. I’m sorry it’s been so long. …

What a doozy — Bare. If I knew a dance, I would dance it If I knew a rhyme I would chant it If I had a life I would risk it If I could be free, I would chance it

Quelqu’un frappe à ma porte Je sens mon pouls qui s’accélère Le temps s’arrête J’ouvre la porte, c’était l’amour Oui c’était lui que j’attendais Lui, le feu qui me consume Ce même homme qui m’allume Qui me rend chienne, qui me rend bête Et qui m’éteint quand ça lui chante …

For Puissance — Dilemme by Lous and the Yakuza blasts through my studio as the smell of Oud, Rose, and Maria sifts through the air. There comes a time in life when you have to look your ego in the eye and recognize how out of control it’s gotten. There’s a time to surrender to your ego and say, “I was wrong and I’m so sorry.” Arrogance is easily disguised as sweetness when you only…

It’s 7:17am and Day 8 of my 21 Day Cleanse based on Ayurvedic principles and the teachings of Dr. Sebi and Dr. Lliala Afrika. I’ve finished my 1hour Vipassana meditation and am currently drinking a warm Hibiscus tea as Palo Santo smoke skates through the air of my bedroom. The…

A series of incoherent thoughts — Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. If we didn’t fuck up, how would we ever learn anything. The key is to be honest. Radical honesty, is the duty of the true artist. A true artist shows what lies beneath the masks we all wear. Life speaks to us…