SO THAT HE MAY EAT AND SO THAT I MAY FOLD HIM CLOSE TO ME

had like 5 more actually

you’re only supposed to have two gummy bear adult multivitamins per day but i’ve had six. and i’m about to have two more. 

miguel

hi. 

okay so twice today — here and here - I had to read of the idea of writers, artists, who need not publish so much as enter therapy.

ARE YOU FLAPPING KIDDING ME?

im so flopping sick of people hating feelings and and and not understanding what art is and why its made and how it lets us live and who cares if someones work is self-absorbed and indulgent and boring and dreary and a working through of trauma. who the fuck cares? first — do you know how many of the things you LOVE LOVE LOVE are working throughs of traumas? huh? also can’t something just be bad without feelings getting blamed. earlier this evening i wrote a boring post in which i complained about the fact i havent of late been able to on a weekday enjoy the privilege of waking up and then in my panties thinking things and feeling things and VOICE VOICE VOICE into microsoft word documents. i’m sick of people hating feelings and hating women. if you dont think the two are connected you’re kidding yourself.

THIS IS THE THING: every single bodysoul matters. i think every single bodysoul matters. i think if a bodysoul made a book or wrote an article or drew something and all the work did was be a source of medicine for that person — if the work sucked hard and was uber boring for everyone else — that is still something to celebrate. for the fact of the medicine alone we should exalt because ALL AH WE AH ONE and if one bodysoul is getting healed we all are. if a work sucks so what? most work sucks. have you read a literary magazine lately? ugh.  let the bad work be quiet and let bodies do what they need to do for their souls. AMEN.