its funny to realize what a fucking piece of shit i am sometimes. but problems identified can become problems solved, right?

she was beautiful. seeing the light of day after a night of darkness and warm satisfaction. layering bodies like words searching for the combination that creates exclamations of passion without stops for punctuation. minutes after sundown spirituality was in the woods, with gender on the logging road, and organizing at the picnic table. shouting sex and mushrooms for all the post-fordist anti-capitalists to hear, we dashed off into the night finding refuge in the unused view of the mountains becoming oxegeyn birthing stars. minutes after midnight we cheered together screaming at the top of our lungs on the top of a half finished barn that means nothing to nobody but everything for us in that movement. we rise ours after sunrise radiating heat like freshly baked bed, sharing goodbyes while fastly cooling in the rain.

two performances in three days i better get my blood pumping, my words running hot like smelting iron, and my tongue loose like the bowels of hung man.