you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’
a low moan whining air time winding through the anxious bowels of it’s-all-on-the-line is nothing embarrassing or controllable anymore
I keep seeing stories about cancel culture. I got cancelled fucking huge time and it was the best thing to happen
On. Off. on and off. busy Doing Hard Time and distraction from things that fill a Soul. avoidance of all joy and sorrow equally measured
It began with Instagram. I’m too old to be an InstaQueen and a photographer once felt me up so not big on photos.